Just To See Her Smile

-tucks the card into the roses

:: She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

I know our old friend George Gordon, Lord Byron wouldn't mind the borrowing of his words, I am sure he thought of you when he wrote them. He was smitten with you as well. Rest well my Dove.

Yours Eternally, Roman::

Hoping this brings a smile to her face. She is rarely surprised, making a mental note to surprise her more often.-

via Salome Agrippa

‎*finding the lovely flowers and his note, my eyes greedily scanning the words several times before sighing happily. My Roman was quite the romantic, a side to him no one but I was ever blessed enough to see. For others, he must present a stalwart,no nonsense "do as I say" front...no one dared cross him. But I..I..was fortunate to see the man he once was in the magnificent vampire he'd become*