Love became the pedestal, upon which the both of them were lifted.
Their faces seem to melt and mold into one another.
Their hair became intertwined, blonde and black beneath the covers.

Love’s Rendezvous


Her face was pale, complexion fair.
The locks of blonde fell on shoulders bare.
Her eyes of blue echoed a deep soul within;
this maiden wise and fair of skin.

His face was tawny, black and bearded shaded.
The life once lived had been darkly jaded.
His eyes were dark and wide-set, knowingly tainted;
this man of experience and battles won, but faded.

Their faces seem to melt and mold into one another.
Their hair became intertwined, blonde and black beneath the covers.
Their eyes had seen much sadness, lives and love’s lost madness;
however, this night was theirs alone, to fill with their own gladness.

Wonderment of love and gentleness became her pretty face.
His boldness and great strength restrained by her subtle grace.
The naivety of her captured heart, yet still coincided,
when his brusque, bold sense of humor and boyish personality was chided.

Love became the pedestal, upon which the both of them were lifted,
When the day they married, grew many tomorrows,
and todays were blessed with those God gifted.