I find myself lost in her eyes. My head begins to spin. What are these sensations flowing through my mind and body? All I know is that she is the source of these most pleasant feelings. Mari tried to explain to me once what it was like to be in love. I think I now understand why she had such a difficult time. If this is what I am experiencing, then yes, it is indescribable.

“Uh, hem,” comes a discreet cough from somewhere off on my right. I somehow manage to pull myself out of my reverie for the moment. It is Mari, and she is smiling at Meara and I.

“Louis, could you hand me a bottle of water? I need to wet my whistle and then I think I will delight our small crowd with a song.”

Absently, I hand her what she has requested and turn my attentions back to Meara.

“My Lady, can I get you anything to drink as well?” I ask her.