“Love’s sweet aroma that sings a siren’s song to all who pass her,
day and night, of this world and the world between. When the
mundane world weighs us down; when our relationships feel pale and
parched and passionless; when the weight of our stresses and griefs
seem too much to bear, she reminds us that not all is how it might
seem when measured end to end. Luscious woodbine of the fey queen’s
bower, hers is not the love of eternity and matrimony, but of
seemingly endless summers that tumble into autumn farewells, sly
winks, lines of poetry murmured in pauses, ruby-throated dreams.”