The night is young for the duet. Their kiss becomes less awkward, as it flows more naturally. Each touch tender, each word unspoken caring, each look compassionate. Every breath is taken in consideration to the other and every movement is made for the companion. Their eyes begin to fall as if decorated with the weight of the world. They nod off into an easy sleep, nothing more innocent, and nothing most chaste than this. To drift asleep in the arms of one another defines the pure essence of love, the unadulterated truth.
With words unspoken fate is met, love is found pure and true. The endlessness of this discovery cannot be changed by the world, but the world can be changed by this everlasting unearthing. Hearts need not be broken but only fulfilled by another. The morning has dawned, and still in each other’s arms they find themselves. Pretending to be asleep until the other awakens and opens their radiant eyes, which focus only on the other now, forever, and always.