This piece is amazing..it stirs up a strange fear in my heart, as if...something is wrong? I cannot tell, perhaps it is the sheer strange, and lovely beauty of this picture, of how the character could be anything...A rich man, or woman, I cannot tell, both would be beautiful, or a beggar given a nights refuge...Both reflecting on some love, of the sweetness of both the rose and their scent, a bemused expression...of perhaps a lost love. I cannot tell, but I glean many things from this excellent work... tragedy, hope, and a deep sense of longing love and amusement. You have brought them all to us in a delightful mystery, and I thank you... ' "I rest here tonight, my love, for in the fleeting hope that I might see thy face from this high perch, running home to my arms..."
Looks like he's thinking of his love. or thats my guess at least... I Love looking for whats in the background of images of yours like this. The shethed sword is very nice addition! I have too many thoughts for my own good