One day, the gentleman sent a letter of love to the maiden. Its words, scattered and foolish perhaps, yet stirred a smile as sweet as summer’s dawn upon her lips. ✂
💐(...) 1990's Though he could never weave words as she did, she knew this: whenever he played his violin, he became the very image of beauty, aglow with a gentle gaze that held her as softly as the melody he summoned. His music whispered, tender and soft as falling light, and for her, it was more than enough—more than any words could ever hope to be.