Love Happens

                         With eyes closed tight

                                He conjures her up and

                                From out of a dreamscape

                                She emerges, bliss-struck.

                         She weaves her own spell,

                                All gossamer and silk,

                                Believes his is the face she

                                Can look upon forever.

                          Both are so very pleased;

                                 As if they willed into being

                                 This wild magic. As if Nature played

                                 No part in their pairing. As if

                           They were the only ones

                                 To lay claim to this garden,

                                 To steal kisses in shadows

                                 To try and woo fate into

                                   Making love happen...