A courtship begun by flowers and friendship becomes more with each passing day.Ever a new surprise around the corner...=================================================Nausicaa,The sound of Love is a flutter,That comes with crimson hair... Making my mind a clutter,As I try not to stare...Flowers can only enhance,The elegant visage before me...Wear them when we dance...Whenever that may be!And I'll sing your praises,Upon my bardic lyre I play,As my heart sends blazes...To the muse inspiring me this day!- Themius Dreyriandi - By Themius