The night is festive, alive and upbeat
Girls night out
So seems the same for the men
It begins, the signs to see
The look in the eye
The rustle of the hair
A quick stare that lingers
A smile ensues
The language of the body
Begins it's course
The look from the eye is happy
For indeed the smile is a sign
He does the man walk with a swagger
Knowing this language will surely arouse
The senses of this female
Who has herself begun her move
Her smile has not diminished, no not in the least
As a matter of fact it spreads even more
She dips her head a bit
And with the stroke of the hand
She brushes the hair back
Revealing her ear, she lifts her eyes
He spots some love in those eyes?
What language they speak
The language of the body
They become close over the space of time
He knows it is right, yes it is right
He looks into eyes that have smiled
The smile of love
As he begins to speak, both hearts are pounding
The air is filled with anticipation
He reaches and retrieves, the box
Surely she speaks to herself and not aloud
This is a good sign
The box is opened to reveal the ring
As he speaks the words, Will you marry me?
These eyes of love are filled now with tears
She accepts from this man, this symbol of love
The space of time continued as plans were made
And the time has come on this a wedding day
The vows are said, the marriage is done
For in the space of time, they two became one
this is my poetry potluck entry...hope this qualifies
