Love Story

Lights low, candles going, who can tell the ending of this love story... Soft knocks on the door, but who will let you in, the one you love or the one you are with? Will you give your love away on this very night, can you stand the wait of this flight? Keep your love to yourself or just let it go, keep a secret you think will never show. Soft music playing, roses in his hand, roses from the front door leading to his bed. Together as if they were one, making love as the night seems to prolong. Awake in the morning, in eachother's arms, the music still playing, lights low, candles going... This is the begining of a beautiful love story.