Posted on Monday, 23-Nov-98
It was a beautiful, clear crisp Autumn day. The birds were humming the songs of romance. And the trees gently swayed in time, as two lovebirds sat on a branch watching its counterparts lovingly glide and weave in and out of each other.
The young man's eyes displayed a love and admiration of one madly and violently in love. His thoughts were on his partner, and he had yet to take her arm into his. He did not want to seem presumptuous, as he knew the violence of his emotions would be too much for the pretty woman to bear.
Her thoughts were on him. She was still not able to look at him; therefore, unable to see the emotion diffused across his face. They walked companionably for two miles, not knowing in which direction they were heading.
She accepted him... He had always loved her...
He stopped walking and looked around the beautiful country landscape, chestnuts littered the obliging fields and the trees protected and gave them shelter. He moved a little closer to her and took her hand, ever so lightly and tenderly. Her gaze never met his, until he took his free hand and cupped her chin between his fingers. He gently and slowly moved her face and eyes to his. The feeling and love she saw overwhelmed her.
Without speaking, but she, with a gentle nod of approval, he slowly dipped his head and his lips softly brushed her lips. He lingered longer than is normally considered acceptable. But the lady minded not. His lips were sweet like fruit, strong like they should be. He need not beg forgiveness. Her sigh of contentment after the kiss concluded, spoke volumes. No spell need to be broken. They continued walking down the shady lane. Her arm firmly ensconced in the crook of his elbow. His grasp was one of strength and possession.
He wanted her... She wanted him
She now stopped and smiled up at the gentleman and quickly she pulled away and ran toward the field that was covered with heather. She picked up speed and laughed sweetly.
He removed his hat and laid it on a flat rock and walked towards her figure. She faced him not, but her laughter and body language aroused him greatly. His ardor was in a heightened passion. Slowly she turned to face him as the sun framed her face like a halo, his angel . She was finally his.
She pulled at the heather and braided it together to make a crown, that the gentleman lays atop her head. She stood on her toes and pointed her head up and closed her eyes and awaited his kiss. He pulled her close to his chest.
"Tease me not, my love." Said gentleman warmly and passionately
"I tease you not, my dearest." Said lady.
His kiss became more and more explosive until he could not go on any longer. Her eyes twinkled and again they started walking companionably.
He spoke: "Elizabeth, you have made me the happiest of men. My heart and love will always be yours." She turned her head so he saw not the blush spreading upon her cheeks.
"Oh Fitzwilliam, you have brought love into my heart that I never thought would ever be housed there."
He pulled her to him and embraced her in a way that she never wanted to leave. She was drowning in his scent. His station and money meant nothing compared to a woman who loved one with all her heart and soul. To be in love, totally and utterly in love is what makes a man great.
The sun dipped away, and the two lovebirds in the trees that followed their counterparts have flown away to meet with new lovers.
The lady and gentleman holding hands walk back to her abode, prior to departing, they seal their love with a passionate, but loving kiss. He moved away from her and watched her figure as she headed up the stairs.
Tears glisten his eyes, not because of sadness, because his heart, once so full of pride -- now so full of love.