By happenstance, we lock our eyes as I see her on the winding stairs as whispers float around the room. Well-known and beautiful, at that moment, her dark brown eyes are fixed on me. The smell of roses is wafting through the air, and I take one, breathing in its scent- feeling flutters never known before. My normal world appears so dark and dank compared to this space where I am now. This powerful attraction- is it truth or folly? Perchance it is a dream- but as I daub my cheek with dewy petals of the rose, I know for sure a dream it's not- for now she stands before me, our eyes still locked- her hands accept my offered rose- and I feel Cupid's arrow bind our hearts.