The year was 1911...You were a ballet dancer from Paris crowned as the Swan of Paris for your elegant and gracefully breathtaking dance moves...Thousands admired you...even from other countries.You were a true beauty. Karel was a traveller from Russia...He travelled to pairs to watch a ballet show...that was when he fell inlove with you...You were like a sunshine to him...In a swift moment...he fell harder for you...He admired you from the crowd

"Lord...please bless me by making them mine."