365 Days of Love Rants
Day 17 : Fly Me To The Moon
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Fly Me To The Moon || 1151wc
Paris, as we know it famous for its flamboyance of being dubbed as the city of lights and the city of gourmet dining. The city is adorned with modern landscape and historical sentiment much like a simple gesture of love. A simple gesture of conveying love to our beloved had originated from our ancestors recorded in the elaborate handwritings of Austen and Keats; it is the same gesture that we gladly performed for a smile on our beloved but with a touch of modern development.
~
Walking down next to the running deep shade of blue of Seine banks, a pair of couple with a smile and happiness erupting from their faces and their intimacy. Just glancing at them, just like a virus, the passerby’s smiles in ecstasy. The night was a bit too cold or perhaps it was their hearts weighing a bit too heavy with the tremendous amount of love occupying every inch of it. The shorter one with the streetlights on the bridge falling on him illuminated his usually chestnut hair in daylight, to a darker shade of brown huddling closer to the other one, holding the other’s pea coat cheekily, staring at him in admiration. The other one, slightly taller with mops of black hair stared down at him in glances that every girl would want to be looked at and the passerby’s was green in envy for his partner and slightly touched with the softness of his glance. And even in the dimness of the light, the cheeks of the smaller one’s pearly white cheeks were swiped with red flush, as the other one leaned in and kisses his lips tenderly before sharing his warmth with the other, encasing his strong arm around the other’s waist.
~
The city was arrays of streets and aged architecture with goblins and phantoms protecting the buildings. They walked past the miniature cafes occupied by Parisian and travellers. The night was alive with the murmuring of French that seemed alien to their hearings and the smell of roasted coffee. They moved further, stopping at a French restaurant that the name they couldn’t
pronounce.
~
They came out after experiencing a formidable eccentricity of food. They grew perfectly edible tomatoes and then doused them in foul vinaigrette. With the difference in the food, the younger one suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart with the intensity of him missing his homeland. It was fun travelling, riding on the ship of exploration and new findings but all he wanted know was to rest his head on his plush pillow back home, but of course he wouldn’t ruin their vacation just because of his dependency and the syndrome they called as homesick. Well, this vacation was supposed to be helping them to amend problems not create more. He should endure it. His lover having realised the drop of mood in the atmosphere, letting his lover ponder in his thoughts. They stroll silently along the most famous street in Paris used for parades and numerous occasion; Champ Elysses with the automobiles rushing as if in a cat and mouse game like in action movie.
~
They stood in front of the illuminated Eiffel Tower, an iconic symbol of the city. Even, with the passion of the lighting strung on the tower’s metal structure, it dimmed second being next to the full moon. And, dimmed third being next to his lover. Lee Taemin was still in cavernous in thought and if he could dwell on his thoughts and try to fix it, it would be very easy. The ooh’s and aah’s from a group of tourists near them woke him up from his deep trance.
~
In Paris, art and literature was the food for the city to grow beautifully and elegantly. It was in front of the Eiffel Tower, when a low hum of a song in French and the twanging of guitar. Despite not knowing the words to it, the tourists find themselves each a partner and slowly started to move their feet in sync.
“Tae,shall we dance?”He asked with uncertainty and enthusiasm as he knelt with his one knee, outstretching his palm in invitation.
The latter looks at the palm curiously, and his eyes travels to the other tourists already lost in the beauty of music. He joined their palms together, they started slow and languid staring at each other’s eyes. Suddenly the tempo increased, and the waltz turned into haphazard styles of dancing and Taemin chuckled at his futile attempt in free styling, even when he was acting this silly, the light on Taemin’s face was worthwhile and the laughter it depicts was beautiful against the now gradually softer tone of the guitar. Knowing that his lover’s mood had improved, he kneeled on his one knee, Taemin was thunderstruck as he knew where this is heading to and the tourist huddling closer to them anticipating for his next move. He searches the pocket of his denim trousers, finding the velvet box that will bond them together.
~
“I would like to change your surname, would you marry me Lee Taemin?”Minho unveiled the box sheathing their future together.
It was silence and the anticipation was building up for Minho and the spectators.
“Yes, I do!”Taemin jumps at his arms and the petal of red roses falls down from the Eiffel Tower like he had planned. The spectators clapped and cheered and the musician commences his guitar, playing another song. But now, it was a slow tempo-ed one, even if the words is not more than gibberish to them the rhythm of it was soothing and somehow Minho felt it was a song about love and forever. Two favourite words that he’ll like to use, when it comes to his lover hence his fiancé.
~
The city had quietened down, cafes had closed, and the streets were decreasing in the number of peoples. They walked much like before, taking chances to kiss now and then. When they arrived at the door of their neighbouring hotel room, they kissed passionately, the kind of kiss that’ll fly you to the moon. And, that night Taemin abandoned his room and wanted Minho’s company.
Minho slept that night, with his eyes staring at the roundness and the brightness of the moon. Paris, had witnessed one of most important event of his life, and he had been proven firsthand that Paris had just the magic for lovers and miracle in stored for them. As he stared at the figure next to him breathing softly, he now realise that the miracle had always been with him.
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
- Frank Sinatra - Fly me to the moon (In other words)
PG
Fly Me To The Moon || 1151wc
Paris, as we know it famous for its flamboyance of being dubbed as the city of lights and the city of gourmet dining. The city is adorned with modern landscape and historical sentiment much like a simple gesture of love. A simple gesture of conveying love to our beloved had originated from our ancestors recorded in the elaborate handwritings of Austen and Keats; it is the same gesture that we gladly performed for a smile on our beloved but with a touch of modern development.
~
Walking down next to the running deep shade of blue of Seine banks, a pair of couple with a smile and happiness erupting from their faces and their intimacy. Just glancing at them, just like a virus, the passerby’s smiles in ecstasy. The night was a bit too cold or perhaps it was their hearts weighing a bit too heavy with the tremendous amount of love occupying every inch of it. The shorter one with the streetlights on the bridge falling on him illuminated his usually chestnut hair in daylight, to a darker shade of brown huddling closer to the other one, holding the other’s pea coat cheekily, staring at him in admiration. The other one, slightly taller with mops of black hair stared down at him in glances that every girl would want to be looked at and the passerby’s was green in envy for his partner and slightly touched with the softness of his glance. And even in the dimness of the light, the cheeks of the smaller one’s pearly white cheeks were swiped with red flush, as the other one leaned in and kisses his lips tenderly before sharing his warmth with the other, encasing his strong arm around the other’s waist.
~
The city was arrays of streets and aged architecture with goblins and phantoms protecting the buildings. They walked past the miniature cafes occupied by Parisian and travellers. The night was alive with the murmuring of French that seemed alien to their hearings and the smell of roasted coffee. They moved further, stopping at a French restaurant that the name they couldn’t
pronounce.
~
They came out after experiencing a formidable eccentricity of food. They grew perfectly edible tomatoes and then doused them in foul vinaigrette. With the difference in the food, the younger one suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart with the intensity of him missing his homeland. It was fun travelling, riding on the ship of exploration and new findings but all he wanted know was to rest his head on his plush pillow back home, but of course he wouldn’t ruin their vacation just because of his dependency and the syndrome they called as homesick. Well, this vacation was supposed to be helping them to amend problems not create more. He should endure it. His lover having realised the drop of mood in the atmosphere, letting his lover ponder in his thoughts. They stroll silently along the most famous street in Paris used for parades and numerous occasion; Champ Elysses with the automobiles rushing as if in a cat and mouse game like in action movie.
~
They stood in front of the illuminated Eiffel Tower, an iconic symbol of the city. Even, with the passion of the lighting strung on the tower’s metal structure, it dimmed second being next to the full moon. And, dimmed third being next to his lover. Lee Taemin was still in cavernous in thought and if he could dwell on his thoughts and try to fix it, it would be very easy. The ooh’s and aah’s from a group of tourists near them woke him up from his deep trance.
~
In Paris, art and literature was the food for the city to grow beautifully and elegantly. It was in front of the Eiffel Tower, when a low hum of a song in French and the twanging of guitar. Despite not knowing the words to it, the tourists find themselves each a partner and slowly started to move their feet in sync.
“Tae,shall we dance?”He asked with uncertainty and enthusiasm as he knelt with his one knee, outstretching his palm in invitation.
The latter looks at the palm curiously, and his eyes travels to the other tourists already lost in the beauty of music. He joined their palms together, they started slow and languid staring at each other’s eyes. Suddenly the tempo increased, and the waltz turned into haphazard styles of dancing and Taemin chuckled at his futile attempt in free styling, even when he was acting this silly, the light on Taemin’s face was worthwhile and the laughter it depicts was beautiful against the now gradually softer tone of the guitar. Knowing that his lover’s mood had improved, he kneeled on his one knee, Taemin was thunderstruck as he knew where this is heading to and the tourist huddling closer to them anticipating for his next move. He searches the pocket of his denim trousers, finding the velvet box that will bond them together.
~
“I would like to change your surname, would you marry me Lee Taemin?”Minho unveiled the box sheathing their future together.
It was silence and the anticipation was building up for Minho and the spectators.
“Yes, I do!”Taemin jumps at his arms and the petal of red roses falls down from the Eiffel Tower like he had planned. The spectators clapped and cheered and the musician commences his guitar, playing another song. But now, it was a slow tempo-ed one, even if the words is not more than gibberish to them the rhythm of it was soothing and somehow Minho felt it was a song about love and forever. Two favourite words that he’ll like to use, when it comes to his lover hence his fiancé.
~
The city had quietened down, cafes had closed, and the streets were decreasing in the number of peoples. They walked much like before, taking chances to kiss now and then. When they arrived at the door of their neighbouring hotel room, they kissed passionately, the kind of kiss that’ll fly you to the moon. And, that night Taemin abandoned his room and wanted Minho’s company.
Minho slept that night, with his eyes staring at the roundness and the brightness of the moon. Paris, had witnessed one of most important event of his life, and he had been proven firsthand that Paris had just the magic for lovers and miracle in stored for them. As he stared at the figure next to him breathing softly, he now realise that the miracle had always been with him.
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
- Frank Sinatra - Fly me to the moon (In other words)