Romance

Romance
She has
Eyes like stars, skin soft as a baby
Long, silken hair to twine around your fingers
Perfect breasts and mile-long legs
Delicate fingers and toes
He has
A strong, rugged jaw
With dark eyes to make you swoon
Strong, sculpted chest and arms
A smile to melt the coldest heart
Together they make the perfect couple
They have their fights
They have their make-ups
Their everyday lives that go on and on
But through it all is the romance
Candle-lit dinners, just those two
Slow walks in the park
Nights spent in front of the fire
Holding hands, resting her head on his shoulder
Content just to be together


I was going to do something raunchier for that one.  I think, however, I shall save more raunchy stuff for later, hm? :)

The melody drifted in the air around us, powerful, emotional, moving.  The lady sung a melody of loss and recovery that swept us away, mesmerizing the entire crowd.  Our hearts broke as the music grew sad.  We felt lonely, unhappy, and unloved together.  And, as the swirling music blended with the singer's voice, we found ourselves healed.  It was a slow, slow crescendo until, at least, we unconsciously cried out in exultation at finding happiness again.  As the song died, the last few notes fading from the air, the mood in the room remained pensive.  No-body clapped, it wasn't appropriate.  A few cried still, others wore beaming smiles, and some looked shocked.  And as we left, we knew, how we knew, we'd remember the song, if not the people who heard it with us.