I hardly think I need to post more than this picture as a response to the daily word prompt “enamored,” but I will add some small commentary because a picture, for me, is not enough.
She shifted in the twilight He shifts, and he sighs
She shifted… left, then right He shifts… tears filling his eyes
And just when she closed her eyes tight Captivated by her stillness, and her poise
He whispered in her ear, “You look beautiful tonight”
And softly, she grew faint
And barely, only just, she could breathe
And he has seen the midnight spangled skies
But she was more beautiful, still, and in reprise
He whispered still, a million more times
“My darling, you’re beautiful tonight”
And with a gentle breeze
It all seemed to cease
Brow creased
Alone, at peace
Breathe
December Rose 
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