Romance is Dead, Long Live Romance

 

Some say, the art of Romance is dead,
Reality too close, ‘normal’ life too hard and stark

to allow mere emotions affect their actions.
Only the animal instincts seem to get ahead,
Raw emotions, like hunger, thirst and lust in the dark
 

of a hot summers night are all these people can cope with.

 
Not I, a true Romantic at heart,
I live for the sweet play of emotions, threading their way
  through this rich tapestry that makes up my life.
The subtle interplay of love is an art,
A pattern woven in time, changing from day
 

to day in a manner most pleasing to my eyes.

 
Wineing and dining, poems and flowers love sent,
Theatre and song, taking long walks, holding hands
  through the park on lazy sunday afternoons.
Laughing and crying, sharing and caring well meant;
These things make a romance alive, make the sands
 

of time slip more slowly through our outstretched fingers.

 
But the stronger emotion, the more immediate lust,
Threatens, almost overshadows the gentler side
  that Romance brings to those who try
Lusts dark hot passion, urging, a must,
Has it’s place, it should not hide
  nor dominate, but just add a touch of spice, to an already aromatic dish.


Written by MMTM - aprox August ‘92