Lullaby Of The Dissappeared

Close your eyes. What is it? What do you seek? What have you lost? Remember the girl who lost her golden love once?

An old man asked her, "what are you looking for"
She said, not far from tear, " I'm looking for God".
Taking her hand, he said, "just look.. what a beautiful thimble i found today"

There is love that is the affinity of shared harmonies, and there is love that is a self-senctifying, gesture, loving one's own image of what another should be..