We stand upon the cold stone floor in the dim light of the fires roaring
in the distance, you approach me and I lightly raise my hand to the side
of your face, your soft golden skin, brushing aside the stray strands,
like the night spun into perfect silk, to rest behind your ear. as I look
into your eyes, gleaming they sparkle like the stars, the dim light of the
fire in the distance dances on their shine, I whisper to you simply
this.......