As he lays in her arms, the sun falls slowly from the sky.
She smiles at him and kisses his forehead.
He closes his eyes as the last light leaves his face.
She runs her fingers through his hair, and the sun yields to candlelight.
The music fades away until there is nothing but her.
He smiles too, and she traces her finger down his nose.
He kisses her fingertips one by one, tasting her love for him.
A breeze tickles the candles, threatening to extinguish them.
He opens his eyes, looking up into those beautiful blues.
He whispers those three special words to her and she blushes gently.
She leans down and brushes her lips against his.
Ecstasy overcomes them in this perfect moment.
The breeze wins, and the candles are snuffed out, leaving them in darkness.
“I could die in your arms,” He says in that gentle way she adores.
And he does.
He closes his eyes for the last time as she cradles her lover.
His happiness is profound, and he drifts away to dream of her eternally.
At least until tomorrow.