The Mountainside Waltz

The long and winding road up the mountainside was calming.  She was so young and he drove so fast.   The wind racing through her hair distracted him beyond his wildest imagination.   She was so beautiful to him.     Her shoulder-length blonde hair blowing through the fierce wind memerized him.    The perfume she wore stung his nose and her skin just radiated in the moonlight.   They did not speak but the silence was a conversation.  Why don't you love me?  I do love you.  Why can't you see what we have?  You will destroy me.  Why did you stay?  I can't  leave you....

They reached the top of the mountain.  He got out and breathed a heavy sigh.   He was going to open her door but heard her door click open.    She walked around the car and stood behind him gentle placing her carefully manicured hand on his shoulder.    That single gesture paralyzed him.     He loved her so much.   Barely able to speak, he uttered "Come with me...please"  Leading her up the narrow path he paused and admired the view, the magnificent view.  The perfect setting for what was about to happen.  He reached for her hand...gazed into her eyes.  The music from the car was still singing out to them....Dance to me.....dance to me....Pulling her close, he danced with her.   It was sensual and poetic.   Gently, he pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, "I will love you forever."

 
Remember:   Conserve energy.  Turn out the lights when you leave a room.