How do I describe you? I am afraid they wont understand. How do I say those endless glances and soft smiles are the most pleasant memories I posses. Defeated and crippled by your presence, I would generously spend my years suffering from this affliction. I may take a quivering and place it at your doorstep, but what will I explain to those who have loved only what intellect permits. You have acquired the splendor of the sun and retained the joy and charm of the moon. To remember you is to paint a splendid spring on a withering landscape, it is to flood a gently flowing river and draw the sunbeams greeting the morning dew. What use is understanding my poetry, my sentiments, when not one has been able to understand my muse.