I borrowed 3 lines from Shakespeare to be exact, but I've changed them a bit so they are not literal. Anyway, this is based on the moment where Romeo first lays eyes on his beloved Juliet!
Never Saw True Beauty Till This Night
Maybe it is the fact that there is too much happening here for my eyes to take in, or maybe it is the music that is playing, caressing my ears with its soft and tinkling tones. Maybe it is the candlelight that is bathing everything in a glowing sea of luminescence, accentuating the smiles that linger on many faces. It could be everything of this that makes me feel as light-headed as I am now, yet I realise that my surroundings are not the reason of the indescribable sensations that are coursing through me like a whirlwind.
The state I find myself in has everything to do with the lady whose tinkling laughter reminds me of an early spring morning, whose blonde curls I long to feel between my fingers. While I gaze upon her, she is dancing, not aware of my very presence, and she moves with such elegance and grace that for the briefest moment I fear my eyes are deceiving me. For how could such beauty really exist?
I hardly dare to breath, for I fear I will break the magic of her dance. Her delicacy fills my soul with a delight I have never experienced and my heart leaps up with every smile that brightens up her face. Her youth rejuvenates me, although she could not be more than two years younger than I am. I feel reborn, I feel free, I feel like someone has attached wings to my back to make me fly, I feel more alive than I have ever felt before and it is all because of her.
And then she suddenly starts to move closer to where I am, still blind for my staring eyes, her curls bouncing up and down. I notice her face is as pale as the moon, yet it would wrong her to compare her to something as inconstant as the moon that will only show itself when the sun has abandoned the sky. The translucency of her skin merely adds to the mesmerism that comes over me rather than taking it away, and I realise I never saw true beauty till this night. I wonder if she will ever know I am here.
It is almost as though a merciful God has heard the wanderings of my mind, because before I can lower my stare, her eyes meet mine through the crowd. The turquoise my gaze falls upon, let my surroundings melt in a blur of sounds and shades, and I can not help but sink into the depth of her gentle eyes. It seems as though all the stars have deserted the sky to gather in those eyes, for they are softly shimmering like little lights. Never will I be able to look up at the night sky again without thinking of the angel that has fallen from the clouds that float about in it, and I wonder if my heart ever truly loved till now.
Although I do not know her name, nor if her voice is as soft as her gaze, I love her with an intensity that overwhelms me. How could I not? Never in my life have I laid eyes upon something as innocent and pure as she is, and she has touched my heart deeply and truly. The little smile she sends me, gives me the courage to approach her, and when I stand in front of her I realise that she is even more beautiful from this small a distance. Golden sparks have melded with the blue and green in her eyes, and the tenderness they shine with lets me know she loves me, too.
When I lift my arm to take her hand in mine, she gratefully accepts it, and her small and fragile fingers entwine with mine. Her skin is as soft as an angelís wings and her touch melts my heart. The scent of her hair is a fresh one, which reminds me of beads of rain on the petals of a rose. Together we start moving to the soft tones that are playing in the background, forgetting the world around us that seems so insignificant now, in comparison to the lady I hold in my arms. She is as precious as a jewel to me, yet there are no diamonds in the world that would hold their glow next to her. Even the brightest rays of the sun would feel cold, compared to her warmth, and when she lifts her head to enthral me with those magical eyes again, I know I have found my fate.
Gingerly, I bend down my head to close the space between us that is only physically existing anymore, and when I brush my lips against the one I am destined to love, I know I am eternally lost. For she tastes sweeter than I believed possible, and the devotion she exudes makes me silently vow that I will never let her go again. There is nothing that I would refuse to do for her and I feel that we are bound to be together. I know that nothing shall ever part us anymore, and that our love will overcome everything, even death.
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