such joy they took
one from another
another to one

wining, dining
flowers, candy, gems--
the standards of romance
had no place in time
held no moment of thought
drew forth no movement.

without effort
smooth as the wind
in tall oaks
they erased all standards
creating one of their own

loved and loving
they created of their lives
of their all-encompassing love
a sublime testament
till each place in time
each thoughtful moment
each movement of their dance
became the ultimate romance.

~Cail
3/10/04