Christine Joyce Ann has rekindled my heart! Her nature is pure, without pretense or art. Reason may tell you that such cannot be. If so, then I cannot see what I see, Singing of love through the dust of my days, Through the bliss of my nights and the length of my ways, In moments of passion, in moments of rest, Needing no proof of the truth I know best. Each moment I sing of my loved one I feel Joy that proclaims my perceptions are real! Oh, yes, I know some would call me a fool, Yielding to rapture where reason should rule. Choosing to love is like faith in that one Embraces the fortune that faith has begun. And thus life is lifted to be what one would. No harsh view can dance with the grace of the good, Nor stand once faith's powers are well understood.