WHEREFORE:

Wherefore art those golden days, whence one put feathered quill to ancient parchment to impart thine missive to thou beloved devine afar across yonder horizon, sealed with a tender kiss from ruby lip, flown by soft feathered dove & delivered into the quivering hand of thou beloved.

 

And wherefore art those moments when the object of thine heart´s devotion retrieves the sepia parchment from betwixt the plumed carrier´s pearly beak with swift gratitude & silky caress, & with bated breath & thudding heart he inhales his love´s aroma of rose petal & lavender that foretells what valoured page sayeth before the sealing wax has crisply cracked & reveals the hidden script relating the oldest history in time.-never-ending love.