Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.