She solemnly swears that every part of her feels him
in every grain of essence she bleeds for him.

She graciously turned and swept through the centuries,
carefully and gently she caressed her exquisite pearl-white
dress.

The ballroom and its guests compelled a stunning scenery
as beauty, desire and champagne overflowed.

Her elegance and beautiful being had the most loyal of men
beg for her love. She sipped her champagne and admired
a thousand candles perform a light shadowy dance.

She ungraciously interrupted a young mans plea and dashed towards the open door. Grace and elegance followed.

The fresh and crisp nights air compelled her to bite her lip and sigh, passions! she exclaimed.

Her needs, wants and reserved affections left her bare and vulnerable. An unsuspecting man startled her being as her impertinence suffered.

Her deep red lips enticed him to come closer, handsome and self assured.
She passionately tasted his lips as the champagne glass shattered as the taste evolved.

- You are not him, she whispered in his ear as a broken tear rolled down her cheek.

A bleeding night came to an end and she moved back through the centuries bitter-sweet sorrows.