Her

You are speaking, speaking in a serious tone, your eyes cast downwards towards your dinner. Your hair hangs beautifully over the top of your face, delicate lashes just peering out from beneath these locks of auburn. And your mouth, it moves and twitches, it pauses and purses; all like some wonderful dance. I watch you and smile like a fool. I am overcome, absolutely bowled over with emotion. Enormous love and admiration fills my entire soul and for a moment I fear that tears will come to my eyes. I love her so much. It is indescribable, this woman here, this wonderful woman, oh how can this be possible? How can these emotions even exist? She looks up at me suddenly, and the dance stops. Amusement is the first thing I read on her face. She look at me, first with the sternness of a chiding mother, and then she smiles helplessly. I shake my head, insane and mute with adoration. ‘Stop’ she says to me and looks down at her dinner once more. But when she looks up at me again she is still smiling. We stare into each other’s eyes and she laughs loudly, tossing her head back with abandon… She looks at me and shrugs, I laugh. It is a joke, it is all a joke, this dinner, these people, whatever she may have been talking about. It is all insignificant, we are the world, and this is everything. She laughs ever louder, and I stand up, silverware falling to the floor. She is now in hysterics on the ground. She stands up, eyes filled with tears, her body still shaking with laughter. She picks up her plate and pushes it into the middle of my chest. I look down at the mess of red pasta. ‘A new suit’ I thought, before smearing tomatoes further into my pockets. She is busy pouring salt on the table and I grab her hand and dance towards the door. A hostess looks at us with eyes of astonishment, but she doesn’t exist. We stumble into the parking lot, overcome by joy; our words have become gibberish. She pulls me to the pavement floor and we lay upon one another. I can feel her heart beating. She laughs and I smile. It is a joke.

wow…first of all, you are an amazing writer.
i wish that i would be able to feel that way one day! it almost made me cry! its way too easy to write poetry about sadness (and i consider this poetry because of its’ fantastic flow), but you have a simply devine technique to draw the reader in!
if it was a painting, it would be full of ethereal golden emotion.