Upon this winding path I walk one foot after another. I reflect on the serenity of this beautiful day. The way the clouds are hanging in the sky like puppets. The smell of daisies that are in blossom. I have this perfect picture of my girl in my head. I wish she were here with me holding my hand. If she were, I would kiss the corners of her mouth. I would look into her beautiful big blue eyes and be mesmerized by the sheer openness. My burning desire for her surpasses that of Anthony for Cleopatra: She is my Queen!