An
enchantment
exists,
a
soul-state
of
sweet
delight,
something
of
true
joy,
something
that
whispers
good-living,
vision
of
the
perpetual
search:
small
things,
simplicity,
an
anxious
and
constant
quest.
I
feel,
I
understand,
I
love
that’s
the
greatest
gift
of
life
it’s
a
gift
of
centuries
and
eons,
of
endless
generations.
Happiness
is
to
be
loving
and
to
be
loved,
time
and
time
again,
or
all
the
time,
not
only
just
for
this
moment.
