Saturday, 12 September 2009


She has a romantic heart
Not flowers and chocolates
The romance of music wafting through the air
The sounds of bird roosting in the evening
Warm spring breezes and cool summer streams

Romance is dying they say
But to her it was barely beginning
The feel of her child hands on her skin
Sipping good wine after a cold day
The way the city ebbs and flows

From the outside her life would seem bland, almost to dull to bear but she so often saw the romance in the world, her heart would fill and tears of love would roll down her cheeks.

Romance is where you see it
And she saw it everywhere

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