She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
I could see it in his eyes, this was no normal dance. This was a dance between him and the woman he loved, my daughter. I knew her well enough to also know that although she would never admit it, the dance meant more to her as well. I watched as they swung together to the melody of the song, their bodies finding rhythm, their hearts finding comfort and their souls finding each other.
She may be the song that Summer sings
May be the chill that Autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
They leant in closer to one another and I saw her hands wrap around his neck as her head found his shoulder and rested there. His hands wrapped more securely around her waist as he pulled her in tighter to his body. His face burying itself in her thick, scented hair.
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She lifted her face off his shoulder and looked deeply into his eyes, both sensing the love that passed between them. From my distance and observations, these two were meant to be. Two souls lost in time, coming together in a moment of perfect peace.
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell...
He slowly lowered his head down to hers and gently kissed her. She returned the kiss with the same gentleness and love that he had displayed to her. They broke their kiss after a few moments and she whispered something in his ear. Woody laughed quietly, pulling her once again closer to him as they began to sway to the music once more.
She who always seemed so happy in a crowd
Who's eyes could be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
I knew this time, that regardless of what terrified my daughter, this man would get through. He had already made a place in her heart and she had let down her guard and allowed him to enter. She truly loved him, and by the way he spoke of her, by the way his eyes lit up when she entered the room, and by the way he looked at her, I knew that Woody loved my daughter too.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die
A love that embodied a reconstruction of the broken trust and life she had experienced. Woody healed her, he had helped her more than even she was aware of. She wasn't a shell anymore, she trusted, joked and she loved. She was herself, a loving, caring woman that had fallen in love with the handsome, blue-eyed detective from Wisconsin.
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
I left them alone, when he swept her into another kiss. Their souls and hearts beating and turning to one. Their love was unbreakable and their hearts each others. This kiss, this relationship, this love; it was forever.
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
Make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She...She...
Oh, she...
He could be the one for her, because he loved her, he cherished her and he repaired her heart. Before I left them alone in the bar, I heard the distinct voice of Woody say "I love you, Jordan."
Equally quietly and just as sincerely, my daughter replied, "I love you, Woody."
(Song: She by Elvis Costello)