Romantic Dinner - Chelle

You sit across from me at the table
Two candles separate us
In front of us a feast
But as we gaze into each others eyes
It's not a feast anymore
It's just you and me
Our hands touch
We grab hold
Our eyes never to leave never to part
Incense burn
The lovely smell in the night
How romantic.
We hold each others hands
And keep gazing as if reading one another's thoughts
Then at the same time we whisper.
I love you.

Chelle - December 9 1994