Yes, my scrumptious one, br though I have never, yet br laid eyes or hands upon br your blushing cheeks, br there would be 16 candles, br soft music from 8 tiny speakers br and I could feed you br if you like, by silver spoon br those lusty little portions br of berries resting within crumbs br of smothering cream br all freshly whipped, br and yes it would br be very safe br to trust your eyes br and other senses br when we are close br in gourmand fashion br and wondering whether, br there will be kisses, br and caresses br and other joys. br And later then br when night has come br and time has dwindled br while we were br entranced in br fragrant extrospection br we may be thinking. br Perhaps with hope br in our happy, timid hearts, br that 16 candles br have arrived br at their lives' ending br and will die. br In darkness br we will find our truth.