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Valentine's - A Day of Romance
Lisa wins our 2003 Valentine's Story Contest, and great prizes from KingLove.com, including a KingLove T-shirt.
He opens his eyes, seeing you next to him. You are still asleep,
dreaming. He kisses your cheek and you stir slightly as he rises out of bed. Not long after, your eyes open slowly and see him standing in the doorway looking at you with a quiet smile. He walks toward you as you sit up and lean your back against the headboard. In his hands he carries a tray with coffee, juice, a feast of eggs and bacon, toast, and a single red rose in a slender glass vase, with a tiny card saying "I Love You". Smiling up at him you wonder at his power to bring such joy to your life and with your hand, gently tug at his hand to sit and share your lovers feast. You feeding him and he feeding you.
The morning falls away with the both of you being lost in each other , you kiss his lips softly as he tells you that he wants to spend the day holding and loving you. After dressing the two of you clean from the mornings feast. You take this time to catch up with each other. He leaves you to finish the last of the cleaning and gets the hammock from out side, hanging it in the sun room. You watch him, wondering what he’s doing. He takes your hand with a smile and draws you to the hammock, laying down and pulling you beside him. You rock, hold hands, play finger games, tickle. Laughing and loving, until you tire out and doze in each others arms. Waking, you notice he is snoring softly and you lightly kiss his nose and lips. His eyes open and he smiles.
You get up after a long moment. After talking about what to do for the afternoon, you both decide to bundle up and take a walk along the country path. You prepare a picnic and set off . You walk hand in hand, talking of the trees and the birds, watching the clouds and laughing. You come across a clearing and a tree, it’s the perfect spot. You both spread a blanket and lay out lunch and enjoy sandwiches and juice as you contemplate the future. You enjoy the serenity of the fields and country after eating. On your way back home he picks small flowering weeds and offers a colorful bouquet to you. As you reach for them he bends down and kisses your hand gently. You smile and look into his eyes, knowing with all your heart and soul that he’s perfect, your one true love and that it won’t change.
You're back at home now and he says he wants to take a shower; you set up his gift while is out of the room. You are waiting for him as he comes out of the
bedroom. You tell him to close his eyes as you lead him to the table. You tell him to open them and he sees himself in a sketch, sitting on a rock and looking out on the country, held within the hand carved frame he had said he liked a few weeks earlier. The bottom of the drawing it says "To my darling, I shall always love you" And your signature underneath. A Rose lay on the table in front of the picture. He takes your hand and smiles the warmest, most loving smile you have ever seen. He looks you in your eyes and tells you he loves you. You tell him you love him too and you nuzzle each other. You break away slowly and he
begins to start the fire as you hang the sketch along the side of the fireplace for him.
You decide to take a long bath and he kisses you softly and says he will be waiting. When you come out of the bathroom from your long bath, night has set and he awaits in the bedroom. He is in a black suit and tie and holds out a black velvet evening gown for you to wear. You smile wryly at him, wondering what he is up to. You dress in the gown and shoes, you sweep your hair up and powder your face slightly. Stepping out of the bedroom, you see that he is bent over the table lighting two candles. He has elegantly adorned the table with the finest china and a delightful entrée of Roasted Filet of striped bass with Charmoula and red wine. A single rose in the lender vase from earlier stands in the middle of the table. The background is filled with the faint crackling of fire, heard only between the pauses of the notes from the beautiful, slow, sweet melody that fills the air.
He looks at you and takes your hand and leads you to the table. He pulls your chair out and you sit. He pushes you in slightly and sits himself across from you. You smile and rest your hand in his. He leans over and gives you your first bit from his plate. You give him first taste of yours. Then you both eat and talk, taking in the love that surrounds you. He watches your eyes dance in the candle light, as you watch the shadows of his face in admiration. After dinner you both go to the living room and sit by the fire enjoying a glass of wine. After a bit of talk he takes your glass and sets it on the table next to his own and stands, hand extended to you in an invitation to dance. You take his hand and stand as well and he kisses your hand gently and leads you through the verandah doors. You dance the dance of love, holding each other tightly, looking into each others eyes, telling each other you love each other with your souls and your words, falling softly on each others ears. You kiss gently, and dance in the moonlight.
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