How was I to know the ingredients to make whole a many-times broken heart was buried inside me? All I needed was a sprinkling of your magic and enchantment starts to awaken. Like a great quest for something of ultimate value, love’s mystery begs solving. J.R.

There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief
…and unspeakable love.
19th century American author, Washington Irving