When the burdens of the world weigh heavy upon my spirit, I thank God that she's here to shelter me in the soaring heights of her being. There is nothing my old heart cherishes more than to steal quietly away from the daily grind and explore my love's beautiful garden. The fragrant perfume of the world's sweetest flower fills me, dizzying me, as it wafts up into the crisp morning air. All I can do to show my gratitude is to gently spread the delicate petals and give it a tender kiss as the light filters through the trees causing the dew to glisten like diamonds against her dark motherland. Far away, I listen to her blissful voice sing and it brings joy to my heart though I've heard the song before. Coming from her voice, the notes are all perfect echoes of Heaven. At times, I venture to that secluded part of her garden that makes her the happiest that she can revel in the delight that she deserves. Someday, I will plant my own seed there but at her calling. "The time", she says, "must be right". Until then, I can dance with her in her valley into which few others have been.