It is with true love as it is with ghosts;

everyone talks about it, but few have seen it

.-La Rochefoucauld

She utters his name, once Love and Desire spin
from the sounds and beckon him. He hesitates, and then is amazed,
for loosely woven about him is not the web he fears,
but a sweet cocoon of sighs. A whisper of breath escapes his lips...And he succumbs.