He's the only one who can make the earth spin beneath me, the leaves swirl around me, the waves crash about me, and still hold my feet to the ground and keep me safe and sound. He'd move mountains with a kiss, split oceans with a touch. I often wonder, is that the guardian angel God sent to protect me from all that hacks into my sanity, or is that the magic from the deepest of elven woods to enchant my solitary gray life? He's the secret of the saintly world unfolded, he's the pandora box of love and beauty. He's a legend, a myth, yet here he stands (... unfinished)