


"This poem is about the beautiful dream of love, its harmony and its essence. Being transported to another time and place where dreams become reality, and the music of love transcends everything else. Love is a heartbeat, a rhythm, a melody. Using the analogy of music, the serenade of passion, the romantic interludes, the sweet fragrance of harmony enveloping us in a symphony for two. The woman in this tale is Minerva, who plays her harp, emmersed within love's endless melody, ignited by the fire that burns within, dreaming of a fantasy. She remains enveloped within the fragrance of love, as she loses herself to the beauty and sweet sounds of harmony....playing by candlelight in the soft shaded hues that surround her. Minerva continues to dream love's endless melody."


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