The Last of a Kind

I am a member of an ever dwindling Order. Passion courses through our veins, travels in our tears, and dances in our laughter.

We are...true romantics.

There are no robes, no beads, no bald heads.

No. We daydream. Eyes staring off into the distance, a silly smile curving the corner of our lips....completely oblivious to the outside world.

It's like having a film playing in my head. I buy a ticket and snuggle down in my chair as the soft hum of the projector, fills the theater.

The lights dim and here, my movie begins to play...

A beautiful night. The sky is clear and the moon casts a warm glow on the dirt road ahead. He pulls the car off to the side of the road, squeezing my hand reassuringly as I raise my eyebrows in question. Without a word he walks around and opens my door. I take his oustretched hand...entwining our fingers as he leads me back to the road. Our only company is the humming of the car engine and the warmth of the lights.

A strong arm slips around my waist as music begins to play....Mel Carter's rich voice croons "Hug Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me."

They say be sensible with your new love
Don't be fooled thinking this is the last you'll find
But they've never stood in the dark with you love
When you take me in your arms
And drive me slowly out of my mind...