The Idyllic lovers repose

Her golden eye lash blew into his silvery eye like a gondola, floating along a pine clad lake, carrying them towards a pure, sumptuous love together.

A romance that began with passionate care on this, a lovers, planet.
Washing his eye was like squeezing waters of the earth, into a dry mouth in the largest desert in the world, and because she almost cried at his manliness, and beauty, he began to fall in love with the very essence of her being.

He felt so caught up by the moment itself, he suddenly felt compelled to whisk her into his strong arms, and he kissed her, and it was as if, an orange lantern had been lit, in the window of a heart in a beautiful but dull grey and mysterious village.

To touch each other, as each of their soft hands, pulsated with tenderness across each others bodies, like one heartbeat, was as frightening to them, as was their souls falling in the slow caring air of love itself.

And as their glasses of wine bronzed in the sunset; as they bridged a momentary step closer to each other, they swayed into each others bodies, as if all beloved beaches and grains of sands of lovers touch, had joined into a grander desert heart, and they so honestly, and wholly, made love together completely in body, mind and in soul, in a shower of universal blessings.

They ate each and every worshipped meal together, as if they were dining on wedded stars of lifelong grown kisses of desire, falling at their gently decorated feet, with the ease of a strong, and most subtley controllable, whirlwind of a romance.