20/04/2002 b b) Now I write, later I`ll read Things will move According to my creed. All is set as it was before, Now and later and for ever more. I love to draw your face my dear Lady But I am not an artist… so I give you a daisy. I found it in the field She said “Pick me up. Close to the dear Lady I want to be, This is not a place for me. The field is too large, The other daisies envy me. This is not the place for me.” So I picked it up. She trembled in my hands. So white, so delicate. A joy and a delight. I placed it at your feet. I said a little prayer. You said “Thank you” in a gentle manner. ...// Copyright: Tina Barbalace Go to 24/04/02