A/N: I wrote this poem about a year ago. Enjoy.

I open my DVD player and carefully place in my silver-colored disc

I have to be careful with it, for it is a treasure to me

I watch as a picture pops up with two very different people on it – two people that I've grown to love

Settling in my seat, I choose an episode with high anticipation

The first thing I see is the 1987 New York City skyline

I feel a pang of sadness as I stare at the Twin Towers, towers that only exist in my memory

The skyline starts out in perfect daylight, and then fades to what it looks like at night

I hear what sounds like a violin and some other string instruments, making that skyline seem magical

Suddenly I hear a voice start speaking; a voice that sends shivers up my spine

The voice is so firm, yet soft, so rough, yet gentle.

The words he speaks are spoken straight from the heart, and are so pure and poetic.

I get this feeling of love and security, contentment and happiness, while my eagerness starts to climb

Suddenly a woman's voice cuts in. I get a little disappointed to hear the previous voice stop

But I am quickly captivated by this new voice.

She sounds so full of love, contentment, yet she seems to long for something – something unreachable

I see a woman disappearing into a long Tunnel and then she stops speaking; I hold my breath

Next, we begin looking over Brooklyn bridge. The sun or moon always reflects on the water

I subconsciously notice the names popping up on the screen, but they don't capture my attention.

My attention is fixated on what might be next, on what I know will come soon

A story of love, happiness, and fulfillment and yet, a story of hate, sadness, and longing

We see a man wearing a hooded clock, playing chess against an elderly man

The hooded man – it is the man with the wonderful voice that we heard moments ago!

We see long red-blonde hair cascading down his back

We see that the man is tall, broad-shouldered, and very strong, someone making one feel safe and protected

Next I see his face, and feel immediately overwhelmed by this sense

Is it love? Is it sympathy? Is it longing, or amazement?

The man with the voice is a man like I've never seen in real life before, only in my dreams

I consider him the most beautiful man ever, inside and out, above all chivalry and nobility

The scene changes from a dim-lighted chamber to a bright office

We see a woman working at her desk, with shoulder-length hair and beautiful eyes

She seems very fashionably dressed, for the 80's anyways, and you can tell she is very rich

She seems very loving, caring, and it feels like I am the only other one aware of her and the man's secret

I get caught up in the action, love, crime, and romance

I forget where I am, what I'm doing – I am totally immersed in the going-ons of the story

I can't help but feel a little disappointed at each tender moment, when nothing but a hug is exchanged

Yet that is what makes it so sacred, so pure, so magical, and so innocent.

Suddenly the action ends and the criminal is either behind bars or dead

The couple that I love is sitting on a balcony, overlooking that same New York skyline

I hear tender, loving words spoke between them, or maybe they are reading Shakespeare

I listen intently, and watch the screen carefully, noting every move made on the screen.

And there are only forty-four hours of time with this couple overall

That may seem like a lot, but it is not all that much compared

I check the timer on my DVD player; I haven't much time left

But that is what makes my time spent with Vincent and Catherine so special