They Kissed in the Jardin de Tuileries, where for centuries fools have entertained the children of Kings. The Kiss sealed the Love, in Heart as well as in Soul, in Mind as well as in Spirit. The carp splashed – circles of excitement rippling on the Surface of the fountain. Lips melted – ruby lips warm and moist. She caught him looking at her when she opened her eyes – emeralds sparkling in the midday Sunlight. He Loved her from the first day he saw her. He was use to Loving her, it came natural – a Bubble in a Stream rushing towards the Sea. She ran Hot and cold in her Love for him. His world could be colored by her reactions – shades and hues in aces of light. On any given day the Soul held back and the Spirit pushed.

They were Daphne and Apollo.

The Kiss never took place on that Sunday, as fish flapped and children ran, pushing sailboats into the Wind with sticks at the fountains edge. The Soul seeded the thought in the Heart; the Spirit nurtured it in the Minds eye. Born out of Love that’s all.

J. Fernando L. y B.