Жили-были на свете обыкновенные муж и жена. Звали жену Елена, звался муж Иваном. Возвращался муж с работы, в кресло у телевизора садился, газету читал. Жена его, Елена, ужин готовила. Подавала мужу ужин...на щёку алую скатилась. И на плечо Ивану руку положила, дыханьем жарким обожгла. "Ах, ночь была! Ах, это утро! Этот день! О, как прекрасна жизнь с богиней!" - думал Иван, одевая второго внука на прогулку.

Let your muse describe someone whom they love: a spouse or lover, etc. Let them describe how the other person looks, feels, smells and even tastes. She's been a person I've watched for a number of... a shiver from a touch, the sensation of emotion and love. And me? Well, I'm just the vampire who commited the rest of his existence to her. In one way or another. Dwayne Lost Boys 371

Her eyes closed. The smell of the Tuscan air hit her senses like a brick and the memories of Christmas holidays past surfaced faster than they ever had before. Perhaps it was because she knew that once... Standing there lost in her sentiments, Zee felt a hand slide over her shoulder. Swallowing hard, she managed a small smile and parted her lips. 'This is everything that defines who I am...