Let us fall in love slowly turning our lives gently as pages in a cherished book. Let us not betray the slightest punctuation or rhythm of thought. Let us take time to love, to leisurely bathe in Nereid depths of clear-eyed emotion . . . tracing the symmetry of our passion across well-thumbed pages read again and again to the cadence of our hearts. I am a willing Scheherazade to your inquisitive King and there is time I say — in the artistry of experience, the beauty of chaptered continuance, the unwritten epilogue — to fall in love slowly, to slowly fall in love.