Gentle breezes combed the sea and sunlight drenched the beaches;
the sands glistened like the purest linens
suitable only for the Pharaohs.
Palm trees swayed in rhythm with the sounds of nature.
This setting was ours, and if we were to capture all
that Fate had fashioned for us,
we had to set our bodies, our minds, and our souls adrift
into the mood of this place of places~
into the wonders of this land of enchantment.
From one thousand and one Arabian nights
magical illusions and trumpeting music filled the air.
You danced with all the allure of Salome, and
your contagious laughter left its imprint on even the smallest observer.
But the best was yet to be.
Luxor lay in ruins, but the stone of love erected only for
those whose love is blooming stood unblemished against the sky.
Seven times around that eternal monument we walked—hand in hand
While silently we pledged our love for each other.
Physical love moves, but spiritual love moves mountains.
Let the earth shake! Let mountains crumble! Let the Heavens know!
We met, we loved, we found each other; and
now our hearts beat as one.
Milton told us of Paradise Lost.
But can it ever be lost?
Perhaps for the nonbeliever. Or for the insincere.
But this Paradise is ours forever~
For who can doubt the passion,
and who can doubt the Truth,
when two hearts meet, and—wondrously—
One spirit emerges?