The Bones of a Romance

First, perhaps you should read my inspiration: Les NuagesStone Tale.

That evening he came and sat beneath her window.
“When I was in the Orient, I imagined someone like you,” he said.
“Tell me of the Orient,” she said, “for I have never seen it.”
And so they talked until the shadows grew out to the horizon….

The next evening he returned and sat beneath her window.
“When I was in the City, I dreamed of someone like you,” he said.
“Tell me of the City,” she said, “for I have never seen it.”
And so they talked until the trees turned black against indigo sky….

Again he returned and sat beneath her window.
“As I was doing business in the town today, I thought of you,” he said.
“Tell me of the town,” she said, “for I have never seen it.”
And so they talked until the moon came and turned the world to silver….

He came again and sat beneath her window.
“Sitting in your garden, I find I have fallen in love with you,” he said.
“Tell me of my garden,” she said, “for I have never seen….”

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