She remembers that exact night:
of rich perfume gliding out the window,
soft blankets and melodies sung,
and his warm fingers that spoke of bright beginnings.
They had met in a peculiar way,
on different sides of the street,
and when their eyes connected,
she would count that as a blessing.
He was the sentimental type:
candles and beautiful sunsets.
She considered herself a heroine:
smart words and a remarkable imagination.
He wooed her with glittering jewels,
and optimistic promises.
But she was exotic gold:
extraordinary and unattainable.
That is, until one moment,
when the world dissolved around them:
she saw with perfect clarity,
that she was never happier than she was with his love.
