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The bright light of the full moon shone on the couple walking slowly through the park. As they strolled through their familiar route either one would glance curiously at the luminary satellite guiding each step they made, then back at the path and finally at their companion.

Hand in hand, the two said nothing aloud since what coursed through them both was understood yet unspoken.
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The light of the moon itself seemed to spotlight the couple. It shone brighter this night than any other night seen before by the eyes of the two before the heavenly body. Also speaking silently, the moon gleamed its message of forgiveness, repentance and promise. The joy of a solitary beam lit the lovers, giving them its blessing.

The woman gave the moon another studious perusal then glanced back at the man at her side. He seemed to glow as well. Long flowing fire-blond hair from under his hood caught the moonlight. She reached her other hand out to stroke the bronzed face underneath it as the man stopped to turn to her. She gasped lightly as she looked deeply into his eyes. Indeed- his bright blue eyes shone as bright as the moon above them. The love and deep passion she saw there captured the magic of this special night.

He in turn studied the beautiful woman before him. Her whole body seemed alight in the heavenly glow above. She was a beacon- a beacon to his heart. His soul-mate stepped closer to him as he lightly pulled her from the path to a nearby tree. The moon continued its soft ray on them, unwilling or unable to give them up for now.

His hair was highlighted, as was her ivory skin. As she stroked the cheek of his lionesque face, he reached out with an ungloved clawed hand. He gently smoothed back her light brown hair to better see her own expressive eyes. They were full of love- a love for him. A love he felt in himself, merging with his own, becoming one before the full moon. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, basking in the light above and between them.

A moment passed easily as the woman watched him in his- their- revelry. Then she snuggled into his cloak, leaning against his muscled strength. Instantly his arms wrapped themselves around her, one holding her shoulders, the other encircling her waist. He held her closely to him as both looked back at the moon.

One of her arms slid behind him underneath the mantle as the other rested against his broad chest. She brought her gaze back to her bond-mate. "Vincent?" she asked softly, not wanting to completely break the silence.

Her love's hypnotic voice softly rumbled from underneath her palm and lightly resonated through the night. "Yes, Catherine?"

"Do you sense it? It seems as though the moon is speaking to us."

Vincent closed his eyes again for a moment. "Mmm. Perhaps." Another moment passed between them before he spoke again. "Perhaps this special moon once spoke to our ancestors…"

Catherine finished the thought. "As it will to our descendants." She leaned back in their embrace to lovingly look at him once more.

He returned her gaze, saw the small smile she reserved only for him. His eyes shone back at her as he thought of those descendants, especially the ones snug in their little beds at home. Unable to resist any longer, Vincent slowly leaned forward as Catherine cupped his chin with her free palm. He bent over her, pulled her closer to him, then met her lips with his own in a tender, open, passion-filled kiss, full of promise.

And as the lovers kissed, the moon continued its watchful ray on them, its own glory consecrating the union below her shining light.

"And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right…"
-Robert Frost