Do you think you might be able to love me someday?" He asked and heard her laugh softly.<br /><br />"I already do." She said and his soul soared. "So this is what the poets write about? This is what they call love?" She asked.<br /><br />"Yes my love." He said softly.<br /><br />"They do not do it justice." She stated and he laughed.<br /><br />"I agree." He told her as he held her, wondering how this could be real.