In An Old London Tavern

The warm, dark wood of high-backed stalls enclosed us like a womb, and, nose to nose, we talked with eyes, oblivious of the room. You shone with special radiance that welled up from your soul, a subtle, golden inner light I was honored to behold. The candle made our shadows dance so merrily on the wall - our faces orbited the flame, so happily enthralled. Your eyes were pale as opal stones, translucent as the sea, and in their depths I know I saw what looked like love to me. You were so fair, so beautiful, so graceful, that you gave to me a blessed memory I'll carry to the grave.