A Metaphor..
In the ball room, everyone is looking for their dancing partner. His eyes were caught by hers. There it was; the chemistry they both are looking for. She smiles while he walks towards her. He salutes her, and she nods as a response. He opens his hand waiting for hers. She gives him hers, and they both head to the dance floor. To the music they dance. Without a word, without giving each other any directions, their moves are in perfect harmony. She spins away from him, only to go back to his arms. He embraces her gently as she smiles gingerly. Every now and then, under the faint lights, they look at each other. Fate has worked its magic to bring those two together. They look like the perfect couple. They both feel that too. Within minutes on the dance floor they both imagined a lifetime together. He agrees that his life would be blissful if that beautiful face was in it, and she likes the idea of him being the father of her children. At some point, while he is holding her waist an