Her

[Mikhael]

Stars of fire dancing far 'bove swirling purple clouds in the early budding of spring.

Water trickles lightly down from the mystical leaves on the trees that surround us on this overlooking hill.

I look into her face, so perfectly smilling back at me.

The wind blows from the south lightly brushing our hair.

Perfect harmony as our beings blend in a symphony of emotion.

Our hands bring us closer as they wrap around each other.

Joy, as I hold you close to me. Protecting you from all worries, tightly feeling your warmth.

Our lips meet softly, and all else is drowned out.

Just us, together we make one.

--for her