TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Appreciating Romantic Friends"

The harmonica was being softly played Its melancholy notes, wooed, into the night The sky, exceptionally black, as stars swayed Against the delicate, and pastel, moonlight. The desert sky seemed to suspend From some invisible hinges... Truly, it hung low, and there was no end To its lacey hem, and cloudlike fringes.. Just as the notes ended too soon Then, lingered, in mid-air I saw your shadow cross the moon And so...I lingered, there. Your beauty has fascinated me Allured me, from deep in space While your voice has captivatingly Reached down, to caress, my face... Now, the guitars have faintly arisen Carved hands' skillful spans, and strings are blended A sigh escapes me...light, from a prism In the night, when my heart, is suspended.