Galoen

„Give me your hand“, he said in a gentle low voice and reached for her. The girl placed her hand in his big palms and he narrowed the space between them. From the distance a slow soft melody was carried by the wind up to the rooftop where the two were standing. The soft moonlight fell on the porcelain skin of the girl and made her look like a princess from an old fairy tale. Her eyes glistened from all the happiness that poured out of her heart. She never felt happier in her life. And then he began to move slowly to the music they felt more than they could hear it. And they danced. Circled in the soft light of this night. 'Who ar