Sky blue.

Picture book scene of fairytale brightness.

The nightingale trill of your laugh crawled into my ear and electrified my blood.

Every particle of my being swung back and forth,

Searching out the pole of your soul like needle on cork.

You came into view and my heart stopped.

Skin of alabaster, curled ringlets of burnished bronze,

A wingless cherub fallen to earth.

You skipped past, laughing.

Innocent. God sent. Meant to be loved.

And I loved you.

From that first sound, that first sight, I loved you.

I knew I was lost but, in my falling I was set free. Free to sacrifice my all.

All for love. ......(cont)