Waltzing under a crescent moon

I remember the night of candlelight and the fragrance of wildflowers filling the soft sweet spring air after a gentle afternoon rain.

The gentle music floating like angels on soft clouds of white; the music was made for lovers who were so very much in love.

Two people dressed in evening clothes of a style that spoke of their desire to make that night, a night of memories and smiles generated from two very special hearts.

Telling glances and touches shared between two people who shared the feeling of waltzing under the magic of the moon.

Yes the magic displayed by a very special moon; the magical evening we spent under the spell of a crescent moon.

Eyes locked on each other; hands held softly; but never losing their grip; soft breathes were taken in unison as our foreheads would touch.

Two minds that touched and two hearts bursting in love; there was two very special souls being bathed in the ecstasy of that night.

We dance or floated or so it seemed; time became non existent; the evening became a moment; one we would remember until the end of our lives.

Hair of softly lit gold with the captivating fragrance of roses and eyes of gentle blue; truly a masterpiece of nature; the gentle looks and softness of a soul you could only write about or perceive from a dream.

How is it that this all took place or was it just the product of waltzing under that magical crescent moon?

Bear