It was a dance.
You lead, I'll follow.
Let's sway to the music
So gentle.
Hypnotic.
Every minute
An eternity -
blissful.
Beautiful.
Filled with wonder
and magic.
They gazed deeply
into each other.
His hand holding hers.
Her breath
mingling with his.
His heart beating
for her.
The scent wafted
between them
sweet, and red.
Passionate.
He clutched them
tightly – an offering
to their bond.
A testament
to the attraction.
They danced in time
to the falling petals.
Eighteen roses.
Two people.
One love.

--- February 2, 2007