Heads
turned our way, I waited with shaking hands and a racing heart , this was a
culmination of what love should be , under the African Moon with a starless
night out on the roof top. So far everything had gone to plan but the best of
plans have been known to fail. I could hear the music softly fade out in the
background, I wanted to sing to her but
my voice was not the stuff of angels and I always did better with words.
Besides a perfect scene is made of this, heartfelt words and music to move the
soul.
