She turned upon hearing those words.
The way he said them, the touch she

felt against her cheek.
A moment taken back but him.

A managed smile, she allowed the touch.
Her attention caught by those alluring eyes.
Softly she whispered back...
"You must be mistaken."

Yet, she searched her heart, her being.
Then the smile came to her lips,
"Yes, I believe I have found that as well."
Her eyes finally meeting his fully.. speaking
from the depths of her being..




Penned by my hand on the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 140 MA.