nce upon a time, there was a gallant knight who wandered by a misty shore looking for love, but instead, he found the heart of a fallen angel.  Curiously, he examined it carefully under the pale moonlight.  And there it was, he found the most beautiful thing of all, .
When he was a child, he heard stories about angels that their love are as beautiful as kissing stars and their hearts are as pure as the pearly morning dews. But once an angel's heart is mislaid, it will wither and die like a fragile rose in the cold winter.  He laid his tender lips on the lonesome heart, and suddenly came the night wind, bringing him rain of desolate autumn.  The fallen leaves danced the dance of lost love.  His soul mingled with the night wind, flying, gliding, wandering, and … hoping to find the tender angel that once mislaid her heart. 
Knight by days, poet by nights, he has wandered from the poetic streets of France, through the heroic ruins of Italy, over the choppy sea, to the green fields of highlanders.  And yet, he has not found the angel with the mislaid heart.   He carried her heart in his heart when cutting through deep forests, crossing raging waters, or drifting along the quiet canals of Venice at midnight.  He fought many battles and defeated hundreds of men, but  his heart has already been conquered by her angelic love.  When the first sunlight struck on his pillow, he thought of her.  And when the final flickering candle died, leaving him in the total darkness, she, yes she again captured his heart. In darkness, his dream wandered like a moonlit shadow searching for her among the sleeping angels.