A spiritual awareness of love my heart it doth flutter lightly, a choir of people in a large hall disintegrate into insignificance,
the wall shrank to become a narrow corridor of you and I breaching the exceptional audible volume of loud chattering and music, we became lovers in an instant, I could feel you breathe touching you as if by magic,
blissfully unaware of any sound or movement left in our spaced time capsule, feeling faint as you return a smile with eyes of green, a passionate affair directly to me, then suddenly at an abrupt end as a friend asks in a loud tone over the music
"Oih there's plenty of birds here,
dyou want a pint or what?"
