dolorous interludes.

Friday nights have never felt this perfect.

The world is seemingly a more beautiful place when one is in love; tender whispers of paradise fill the breeze, and the crowds fade into a blank of swirly white; two people take the centerstage, and they waltz to the rhythm of love that encircles every moment that holds them together. their hearts never stop dancing; it is forever that music plays, and the flaming masquerade never ends.

It was this that i felt the previous night to be. Venice was made for he and i: We swam in the romanceful seas of conversation that flowed unceasingly, capturing every second with a tender togetherness, and Italian dinner by the breathtaking plethora of lights perfected the romanceful aroma that only two lovers can share. The familiar hand takes mine and we walk by the river till a suitable sitting spot was decided on. Lovers need no florid cushion on intricately designed rose wood; we sat on the stoned pavement feeling like happy contented daisies after a sprinkle of romance. our conversation knew no boundaries, and neither did our imagination; we spoke of our ideal houses, the hilltop in new zealand allowing the enthralling view of the coloured lights, his insane love for physics and mine for literature.....

The journey back home was a quiet one that needed no words; he held me and that was all i knew and felt. that was enough. more than enough. i feel immensely blessed. i uttered a small prayer in bed just before fatigue robbed me of my consciousness and "thank you God for him" was all i said last night.

thank you dear. thank you for everything. =)

posted by voyeur @ 1/03/2004 08:45:00 PM