• Dearest Sylvia,
    Shakespare himself could not have described your youthful beauty in words. Even though it's gone forever, your essence lingers on still. Should I let you be? Or should I defy father Time and try to be like the young; in love and foolish? This question led to my, some what, juevenile experiment on my old friends. I gave them the bitter-sweet wine of youth and they imbibed it. I observed their saging visage grow fresh and green. I observed their rambuntious behavior, thier jubilant character then I watched it all fade away and wither like your once fresh and crimson rose. They taught me a unforgetable lesson that will not leave me be. They taught me not to strive for youth, thus I will let you be.
    Yours forever