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She sat in the garden singing quietly to herself....
~~Sympathy, tenderness,
Warm as the Summer,
Offer me their embrace.~~
She thought of the family she had here, the sister that she loved...
~~Friendliness, gentleness,
Strangers to my life,
They are there in his face.~~
She thought of the Spaniard, and the feelings that she had discovered within herself for him...no matter now that they were not returned...She had discovered love..and it was to be treasured.
~~Goodness and sweetness
And kindness
Abound in this place~~
Her family, how they echoed the lyrics of the song...Layla - sister of her soul, Alejandro - the Spanish Rose, melancholy, and beloved, though he knew it not...and Aramis....
~~I am in love
With the things
That I see in his face -
It's a memory I know
Time will never erase...~~
The last note of the song hung in the nighttime air, and her thoughts turned to Aramis, the husband of her sister, a rose with so much pain inside him sometimes it frightened her. perhaps she had been spending too much time within her sister's thoughts, because the feelings she was beginning to have for Aramis, were alarmingly like those she had for Alejandro. What kind of an emotional mess had she gotten herself into this time. She who had vowed never to love any save her sister, never to give her heart to any man...no matter who they were...
but in such a short period of time, promises to herself made long ago had been broken, and she did not know if she would ever feel the same again.
~~Sympathy, tenderness,
Warm as the Summer,
Offer me their embrace.~~
She thought of the family she had here, the sister that she loved...
~~Friendliness, gentleness,
Strangers to my life,
They are there in his face.~~
She thought of the Spaniard, and the feelings that she had discovered within herself for him...no matter now that they were not returned...She had discovered love..and it was to be treasured.
~~Goodness and sweetness
And kindness
Abound in this place~~
Her family, how they echoed the lyrics of the song...Layla - sister of her soul, Alejandro - the Spanish Rose, melancholy, and beloved, though he knew it not...and Aramis....
~~I am in love
With the things
That I see in his face -
It's a memory I know
Time will never erase...~~
The last note of the song hung in the nighttime air, and her thoughts turned to Aramis, the husband of her sister, a rose with so much pain inside him sometimes it frightened her. perhaps she had been spending too much time within her sister's thoughts, because the feelings she was beginning to have for Aramis, were alarmingly like those she had for Alejandro. What kind of an emotional mess had she gotten herself into this time. She who had vowed never to love any save her sister, never to give her heart to any man...no matter who they were...
but in such a short period of time, promises to herself made long ago had been broken, and she did not know if she would ever feel the same again.