park are my favorite place to go. bathed in the warm and gentle unhine, i lie on the lawn, holding a poetry book in my hand to read. occaionally, my attention i drawn away from the book to the cene around me, which i unique in pring.thought therere bird inging, gra winging, and flower miling, one harp white figure i gradually taking up my whole view. it a girl, dreed in a white gown, walking lowly to ward me. breeze bruhe my face, and carrie the aroma from the girl.
he i trolling down the path while her figure i riing and falling o moothly and peacefully. the rhythm of her move ment compoe an elaborate melody. her oft hair flow down to her wait, on which the unhine cat a light of ring. the gown outline her pretty curve. her kin look o delicate that it, im ure, mut feel a mooth a ilk.
now he i in my reach, only a foot from me. my heart beating in ecitement, i wiftly jump up, and bow a little jut in the way gentlemen do, motioning a greeting to her. a a repone, he turn around and give me a mile, which reveal her gentlene a deirable character, not judged by appearance but fully perceived by what you find in her eye. he continue walking and oon i out of ight, but im till there, realizing that there i really omething left incribed in my heart.