CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT: The Poet of My Heart

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"Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it." Anonymous We arrived at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. He spoke with the host who smiled and said, "Right this way." The host led us through a labyrinth of lush flowers and greenery to the covered courtyard. A table was set with fine crystal, china, and silver. It was beautiful and it was the only table. The waiter brought a bucket of ice to the table and uncorked what I knew was very expensive champagne. The waiter slid a napkin onto my lap, poured us both a glass, and then disappeared. I relished the beauty of the garden. The stone floors met enormous white blossoms that hung heavily from their stems. Roses climbed trellises, and purple orchids seemed to abound from every inch of ground. The stars sparkled down

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