Rory:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
* George Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824
Tania: Oh Rory *tears*
*embraces*
Rory: I love you Tania. With everything I have
Tania: Honey, I have to go to work for a few hours. I'll see you back at the house okay?
Rory: I wish you didn't have to go in to work.
Tania: Me too, but I'm already late as it is.
Later that evening:
Tania: It is so good to be home. It was so busy tonight.
Rory: To busy to follow me?
Tania: Is this what you where talking about this morning Rory Brooks?
Rory: Maybe, You have to go in to find out. *winks*
Tania: I feel like a teenager again.
Rory: Well from where I'm standing, you look like one baby.
Tania: Get in here tiger!!
Rory: Roaar!!!
Rory: Wow, you still get it babe.
Tania: It's all you babe.
Rory: Do you think anyone heard us?
Tania: I don't think so.
Rory: Who cares, I'm the stud, I the best of the best.
Tania: And I'm the wife of the big headed man.. *giggles*
Tania: *grabs hand and kisses it* Care to join me for a long sleep?
Rory: You bet, I'm beat.
