the_arch Sonya The time is drawing near. As the rain pours and plummets against the ripe earth, I wait for that day when the starlight of your eyes shall shine down on me. There won't be anymore whimsical dreams of pink bunnies...just real shimmers as the rainbow of my heart stretches to yours. Our hands shall meet under the arch. 030427 what's it to you? who go blather from