May I Have This Dance?

He watches her from the other side of the ice; She doesn't know he's there. He watches her. She is so beautiful. He watches her skate back and forth across the ice, her movements so graceful, poised, elegant. He watches as she sings to herself as she skates along. The crisp winter air around her, light flakes of snow fall and rest in her hair, the glow of the rink lights up her face. And as "Just the Way You Look Tonight" begins to play, he watches her laugh, her smile is so beautiful. She waltzes around the rink as if her dancing partner is there. He smiles for she is his. He is the one she pretends to dance with, the one whom she daydreams about when he is not around, the one whom he will cherish forever. I love this woman. He floats over the ice to her and takes her up in his arms.

She laughs and smiles with pure delight. He never ceases to surprise her, to thrill her with his every move. She kisses him and as always is reminded of how in love with this man she is. He holds her in his arms there on the ice, and she is filled with such warmth, such happiness. They float along the ice together, hand in hand, as one. He asks her, "May I have this dance?" She replies with a giggle, "Of course, my love." They spin round and round on the ice, the snow falling around them, everything becoming a blur. She sees nothing but his face, full of love and passion. She smiles for he is hers. He is the one she will hold forever. He is the one whose face she will have to look upon for the rest of her life. I love this man.

City Streets

Together they walk down the quiet city street, hand in hand. She looks up into his eyes and sees her comfort and security resting in them. He looks down into hers to find the depths of her heart. As they stroll down the street, they enjoy each other's presence; every word, an important event in time, every touch a timless memory - every moment of it, unforgetable. The clouds roll in and thunder and lightning fill the sky ; The volume, incredible. The sight, amazing. They make a run for the nearest overhang at a drugstore down the road. Holding one another's hands and dashing through the giant rain drops together, they feel a sense of closeness, unity. Under the overhang, soaked and wet, he holds her close, enveloping her with his warmth. She whispers, "I love you." At that, he pulled away, looked into her eyes and asked, "Would you spend every thunderstorm with me?" Slightly confused by his response, she replied, "Of course babe." He searched even deeper in her eyes. He then smiled for he found what he was looking for, her answer to his next question. He got down on his knees and with all that he was, he asked, "Would you spend everyday of the rest of your life with me?" She looked down into his eyes and in them she saw the rest of her life; the memories they would make together, the joy, the pain, and the love. She saw his heart, and in it she saw herself. "Yes!" she cried, "with all my heart, mind, body and soul!" He stood and scooped her up into his arms. They spun out into the rain, drops falling all around them. He lowered her to the street as she giggled with pure excitement. He once again looked down into her eyes, "I love you."