How can a name be an evening breeze,a chime of temple bells;
How can it dance upon the tongue like an ocean’s gentle swells.
And how can a name bring to mind the fragrance of a rose,to caress,
My aching senses with slumbers soft repose.
And how can a name be a Seraph’s song,an Angel’s offered prayer,
To fill the silence of ny soul,the name that’s “Guinevere.”