I am never alone. And yet, I sit in this room, nose turned downward to the ground, and search for my completion. I am afraid of this whimsical madness. With you gone, life is challenged and bitter. I am waiting for the wind to bring my words.

Fingers twirl around gold bands and champagne goblets. Distant rumble of pleasant conversation leaves me shaken. To be alone with you for an instant in this madness -- Paradise. Dancing, blushing, laughing.

We are happiest, indeed, when embrace meets embrace amid bated breath and dancing.