might I unravel now, I am the wizard of love, label me not therefore, for has witches ever brew with clove? your maladies of heart, that is not akin to pain, unleash some poems, for the mist will touch the rain! castles? I have a rasping shack, build with every inch of miraculous wood, surfaced with shades of castleous touch, come, if ever you could! visit the pineyards, where meadows drift through the air, spirit of the gentle lake, on a silent haunch, Do you fear the force to bare? dance down the corridor, let the flowers bloom you, let your arms wide open, for the woods will greet you! John, Thanks for your comments, Sir. Just having a very brighter saturday morning, so unleashing some of those maladies, as the witches would say, brew 'em :)