A generic look at friends and lovers.

He sees her before she sees him,
His heart begins to sing,
Knowing the dance is about to ensue.

The lovers dance is a look,
A certain smile recognized.
A toss of the hair,
And tilt of the head.

The verbal banter leads to a laugh,
And a touch.
Whisper in her ear and inhale her,
A touch of Jasmine on a Summer's Eve.

Another glass of wine perhaps,
As they move a little closer,
Conversation a bit deeper now,
She admires his intellect,
As does he her's.

Passion rises near the boiling point.
Still sometimes he wonders.
How his desire can be so fresh,
For this woman by his side?

Today, it's been twenty-five years,
Since he made her his bride.

2011 Walt Hardester