The love song

Romantic prose

The Love song

Written by Alexandra Akiens

 

I lay on the soft, cool grass, looking up at the night sky. I turned to him, my angel, Armand, and I studied his face, just as I did every night. His beauty never ceased to amaze me. Large brown eyes, mid length, auburn hair, smooth, pale Italian skin and a rosebud mouth that was irresistible to me. Realising that I was staring at him, he turned his head to look at me. He smiled, and I leant over, placing a kiss on his sweet, soft lips. My heart fluttered, like two butterflies chasing each other. “Alesana, I could kiss you a million times and it would never lose its magic and beauty.” His words filled me with warmth, just as I had filled him with warmth. “Just as you are mine, I am yours for eternity. Love has brought us together in a perfect partnership.” We placed our heads back onto the grass and stared at the sky again. Explosions of colour filled the sky. Purple, green, gold, all manner of colours went off. Sneakily, I slipped my hand into his, just to feel his skin. It was soft and cold, with not a wrinkle embedded into his palm.

 

“Let me write you a love song, let me paint you a picture with my words, so magnificent that you should never have to listen to the music of today again. Let me sweep you off your feet, and take you to a different world, where there’s only you and I. I would live with you in that world forever.” A smile spread quickly across my face. “I love you Armand. You’re nothing but kind to me.” I paused, thinking. “Let’s go to the centre of Paris, now.” He chuckled. “Alright then, let’s do that.” I rose, and skipped away from him, just enough so that he could catch up quickly. Armand picked me up, held me in his arms, and carried me to the car, which laid only about twenty metres from the stretch of grass we had been laying on.  We drove into the centre in our warm haven of metal, stopping just beside the curb, where we parked. I got out, still warm in my skirt and jacket of velvet that surrounded my body.

 

We spent the night in a small café, talking quietly amongst ourselves over a wooden table that was lit by a single candle that highlighted the lustrous brown in Armand’s eyes. After a few hours, my bed began to call me. Armand and I drove home, to our humble flat, where the night passed me by as I slept in my warm cocoon, next to the person I would spend my life with.

Reviews

[sonia jaber]

its sooo......i dont know...woooow no comment

[Carron]

This is a warm thought. sounds like something i could see myself doing with my loved one.
well done on this piece.

[UponATyme]

Very sweet! Really captures that feeling of new love we experience, when we think nothing can happen to seperate us and the one we care for. I love the imagery, the colors exploding in the sky. Well written!

[Samuel Dickens]

Totally, wholly romantic, and told with exquisite skill. I find no fault with this. You've done an exemplary job of capturing a few of those special moments in time that we never forget.