I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright
I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance
They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance
I have never seen that dress you're wearing
Or the highlights in your head that catch your eyes I have been blind
The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek
There's nobody here, it's just you and me, It's where I wanna be
But I hardly know this beauty by my side
I'll never forget, the way you look tonight

I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing
I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side
And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away
I have never had such a feeling
Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight

The way you look tonight
I never will forget, the way you look tonight 
My lady in red (I love you.)

 

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A story by Thomas Hoale, August, 2005

 

He lowered his hand to put the empty glass onto the tray. It was his only drink for the night, as he agreed that she could indulge and that he would be the designated driver to drive them home. That was OK with him, as this was really a party that she was involved in. After all, he didn’t even know her co-worker, or her daughter who was getting married. Again, that was OK with him, as he really enjoyed weddings and especially pleasant receptions like this (when the family didn’t scrimp on food and drink).

 

He actually enjoyed not really knowing many of the guests, as that allowed him to just stand around (when she wasn’t making him dance with her) and observe everybody. And, how much more pleasant could you get than a wedding reception – a time full of family happiness and promise for the future (no need to consider that promises don’t always come true).

 

Everyone was laughing, standing in little groups; talking and laughing. He browsed the crowd but then stopped browsing when he saw her across the room. As usual, she was smiling, smiling and laughing, well, mixed in with doing a lot of talking. Yes, he stopped browsing when he saw her and his attention began to focus on her. She was in a small group; no, she wasn’t dominating the group, but she was indeed “in her element”. She was holding her drink and discussing some subject (it could be anything) in her usual, animated manner; in a manner that naturally brought a feeling of ease to whoever she was talking to.

 

He focused on her more intently and a slight smile came to his face. More than that, a feeling that he could not easily explain came to him. Seeing her being in a situation that she enjoyed so much, and especially seeing how others warmed to her pleasant demeanor did not so much make him proud of her, but rather, gave him a feeling of quiet joy that this woman was “his”, that he was “hers”, and that her feelings for him were indeed unique and for no one else.

 

Still, he focused on watching her even more. He became less aware of other things happening in the room; the constant buzzing of conversations that had been almost overwhelming now became more distant. Indeed, a type of tunnel vision occurred to him as her image became clear and highly colored, while views to her left and right became more gray and fuzzy. This was a happy party and there was no lack of color among the guests. And she was wearing a wonderful red dress. As he watched her that familiar swelling feeling began in his stomach. He knew it was just a slight release of adrenaline, something that happens when you get nervous or excited – the symptoms are the same. He also knew it was a feeling he got when he thought about his love for her.

 

Again, he focused even more upon her. Her dress ended just above her knees, which meant that he was able to see her lovely legs. And the dress had two spaghetti straps going over her shoulders – meaning, yes, he could see those lovely shoulders, too. Her smooth, rounded shoulders (which he loved to rub and massage), shoulders with hints of blonde hair caressing them at the moment, instead of his hands.  Her dress dipped down in front so just a glimpse of the swell of her breasts would show. He wanted to think about something else, but seeing that wonderful swell of her chest made him think of her wonderful breasts and nipples, and how he loved to fondle them in his mouth. This was a problem, for as he thought of this, another swell began to occur – this one just below the swell in his stomach. He wanted to think of something else, he had better think of something else .. and quick, but he knew once he started thinking about their lovemaking, he had a hard time being distracted.

 

So, he moved his vision, this time to her hands. He wondered how many other men noticed their mate’s hands, or rather, did they consider them an erogenous zone, as he did. Hands meant touch, and again, thinking of her touch on him was no was for him to prevent embarrassment. He moved his vision a bit higher and she was still smiling. A beautiful smile on a beautiful face of the woman he cherished. Not to mention, her beautiful mouth that created the smile, a mouth he loved to kiss.

 

At that moment, she moved, or rather, she turned her head just so slightly to the left – towards where he was standing. She saw him looking at her. Anyone watching her would have said that she turned her head and smiled at him, but he noticed something that no one else would have noticed. And he could put a special meaning on it – a meaning special and just for him. Yes, she turned, saw him, and immediately smiled, but there was just the briefest of delays in seeing him and before she smiled. And, that instant of delay was what brought an incredible feeling of love and happiness to his heart. No, she did not see him and unconsciously smile at him, as she would with anyone else; she saw him and had the tiniest moment of thought (or rather, feeling) about him before smiling. What that meant was that her smile at him was different than the smile she would give to anyone else in the world. In simple terms, it was a smile that told him she loved him, in a way that she loved no one else, in a way that only they both could understand (or “feel”, for there was no way to understand their love for each other. He certainly could not explain it). Seeing her smile, seeing the communication it gave to him from across the room, brought that intense feeling of love to him – he wanted to walk across the room to her and, while they looked at each other (and probably smiled) slowly entwine her in his arms in an embrace that he could envision lasting minutes or years.

 

He was still thinking of her embrace as the glass he held was placed on the tray.