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He meets her in the clearing in the wood at dawn, her beauty is like no other... She is a fountain, whose spray rises up like millions of tiny diamonds glistening in the morning sunlight, kiss the sky... and float back to earth..... He places his hand into the fountain... and he feels her heart beating... He makes a cup. and raises it to his lips and drinks.... he feels her melting his soul, She smiles at him and his heart races... He looks deeply into her beautiful eyes, and hands her his heart... She smiles again... He awaits the words he sees forming on her lips... He will wait until time no longer exists, because to him, those words are the music of his soul that shall never be written... Still... he hears them in his head. Cool wind brushes his cheek, whispering softly in his ear... Tell her your heart... His mind tries to form the words... Again the wind rushes past... TELL HER... now ( and if she does not feel the same)? Tell her... how will you know if you never speak? His lips part slightly and the words rush forth... as he declares his love... Silence... as he waits... He will wait all of time to hear those words... The wind rushes round his head... changes direction... moving toward her whispering... Answer him... he needs to know... As her image fades to the mist... He stares at the droplets falling from the heavens... He puts both hands in the fountain... and drinks forever....