Isn't this lovely? I think it is. Old art reveals so much passion and simplicity, imho.

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
December, 1856

* ONE face looks out from all his canvases,
* One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
* We found her hidden just behind those screens,
* That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
* A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
* A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
* A saint, an angel—every canvas means
* The one same meaning, neither more nor less.
* He feeds upon her face by day and night,
* And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
* Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
* Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
* Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
* Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

:)

I love this poem.

Daddy, you are so beautiful to me. May God smile on us on the day we meet. May the stars align and scream yes to you and me. May we be favored with making our fantasies a reality. I want you so badly. Take me please. :)

I drew this picture on the day that I let go of my inhibitions. :)