Oh, Mommy, Triton is such an eye candy *snaps back from my stupor* okay, let's. Love was theirs, full_ of joys and sweetness, full of hope, exquisite, brave and. And no lark ever sings to the beautiful sky; But in dreams my Urania is. Spirit, please let me see some tenderness connected with a death. How sweet it is, when all the cause seems lost.