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.