She appeared flawless like a midnight ballet of dreams and he dreamt of her laughter felling the years ahead and he dreamt of the joy of children growing in her belly and the glow she would have those nine months and his heart ran wild and fast and it painted dream after endless dream of her beauty and spun tale after tale of her kindness and magic and he wondered how he loved anyone before and how could love ever be as perfect as he now felt it and it was all just a dream and a hope of things he never expected to happen or to come true and he didn't need any of them to because he had already done the most beautifully perfect thing he could do by falling impossibly and flawlessly and madly in love with her