““It all seems like a dream, now. Gray, old men ambling about a bookstore in the old Jewish quarter of Paris. As everything is suddenly soaked a dark stain, we duck inside a door stoop. I gently pull you closer and look into your eyes, azure pools that invite me to sink into their sensuous depths. Time slows as everything revolves around us and planets, stars and constellations slowly turn like clockwork, as we dream our love, our universe — together. As darkness drains from the early morning sky, I pull you up to my chest and whisper, "Do you remember when we were caught in the rain in Paris?" You squeeze my hand. It all seems like a dream, now. One love, one dream, one universe, with only you and me, together, dreaming our love forever.””
