Like a darling of fate, the fantasy wanders in all my colors depicted in the kiss of zenith, painted by sunset's brush and sunup's smile like Icarus's dream sinks among alluring books, and longing, and desires, and the purity of trust, above the sky and sea, meditating in a melody very gently with those who offer a love story by sympathizing and feeling for what might be too simple or forbidden for some, might be, likewise, too much or not enough for others.