Dante-dono,

If I could whisper as the winds, with endless breath perhaps I could find the words to say how you set my pulse rushing. Yet, you've so often left this humble poet speechless.

I have heard the murmurings of the heart likened to a wild thing, dangerous and untamed. A beast to be fought and conquered. But I say, if it is truly a beast, then let it be fed and nurtured, so that with each new sunrise it may take the spirit further into the unknown in leaps and bounds. Perhaps one day, even to a new horizon where the words I cannot find will come to me.

Yours, Vari