The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and 
the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of 
peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We 
have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing 
thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, 
and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be a 
familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and 
yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies 
touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was theire 
love for each other, they needed no words to express 
it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with 
their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?" she asked. 
"You know I love you, darling." he replied. "I love you 
more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my 
life. My sun. Moon and stars. You are my everything. 
Without you I have no reason for being."

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park 
bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the 
moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love 
me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How much do I 
love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the 
waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains 
of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."

"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how 
much I love you."

"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper 
than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no 
limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending 
except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a 
park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in 
the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John" she 
implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly 
to hers in fervent osculation...