The Scent of My Heart

Lovetrue loveis the clean, explosive passion of the sun rising over the arctic snow. It is the alluring, majestic glow of the moon as it lingers in the northwestern sky. It is the deliciously sweet country autumn air as it glides off the Great Lakes into the hills and plains. Love is a mother's song that rises upon her children's hearts with the sun. It is a father's embrace as he cradles them and carries them off to bed. Love is the smooth, subtle beauty of an antique rose petal that is warmed by the touch of love.