Dancing At Midnight

And when she's curled
Up in my arms where I can feel her touch,
I realize again that I love her so much.
My world has turned from black to white.
Kissing in starlight, basking in sunlight, dancing at midnight.'

He looked up at her, his eyes hesitant. 'It needs a bit more work, but I think I got most of the rhymes right.'

Belle looked up at him, her lower lip trembling with emotion. What his poem lacked in grace, it more than made up for in heart and meaning. That he had labored so long on a task for which he obviously had no aptitude, and just because she'd asked him to-she couldn't help it, she started to sniffle, and fat tears rolled down her cheeks. 'Oh, John. You must really, really love me.'

John walked to her and nudged her into a standing position before gathering her into his arms. 'I do, my love. Believe me, I really, really do.'

Julia Quinn

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