I opened the door and there he was… with a bouquet of roses and a smile on his face, his eyes shining, his tie impeccable; I saw him, clear and bright as the sun... when it appears at my window. He spoke into my ear— or rather, he whispered— "You look so… beautiful, my love, my beloved!" And without a word, soft lips kissed mine, and that voice… which only shone when he was dressed in his finest. He spoke into my ear— or rather, he whispered— "You look so… beautiful, my love, my beloved!" And, in the doorway, held by his gaze... he embraced my waist; I was held captive while my heart… sought a single beat to pause and catch its breath. He spoke into my ear— or rather, he whispered— "You look so… beautiful, my love, my beloved!" Without a word, soft lips kissed mine, and with that voice, which only shone… when he was dressed in his finest. He spoke into my ear— or rather, he whispered— "You look so… beautiful, my love, my beloved!" Thank goodness... that I opened the door without asking who was knocking; the roses died… that early morning. And without a word, soft lips kissed me and a voice whispered to me... "My love, my beloved...!" My love... my beloved... my beloved...
