romance

Romance: a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.

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Here's some inspiration from last competition:


FromTheAsh said:dichotomy of being


you don't understand
the chaos ringing
screaming in my mind
or how it stills
whenever you're near
hands on my shoulders
lips pressed to my hair
unspeaking
you say all
I feel you
solid strength
braced
against my weakness
knees that won't support
breath I can never catch
every shuddering tremor
collapsing my being
with each impassioned caress
everything in me sings
the more deeply you sink
but my mind
shifts its focus
honing in on you
you bring me
serenity

Afroqn73 said:Kiss Me

I inhale with eyes closed
Lips touch like
The breeze from angels wings

mel44 said:Adore


You are my lifetime passion
The most precious love I've known
I could not live without you
I care not to stand alone

Beside you I feel whole
Never more complete
You have loved me always
No other could compete

All the parts of you
My lover, I adore
You are my existence
My soulmate ever more

I hold you in my heart
Desire I will embrace
Know how much I love you
You are my saving grace

Emerald Guitar
All I had was my songs and this guitar
Until one day you passed by me.
You stood there, wind blowing in your hair
I couldn’t help but drown in your gaze and stare
A dream that seemed back then so far-
is coming to sweep you off your feet
My Dalia I know you hear my heart-
You didn’t just come to ask for a song
I just made you smile, didn’t I?
You came to see yourself in my eyes-
I don’t mind the lies from your lips
The smiles you hide each time I look your way
give you away as I continue to play my guitar
Guitar lessons with you were a debonaire
and a chance to have you close my star!
Why do your emerald eyes have to char-
a soul like mine when all we want is to never be afar!
Take my hand I’m singing in this fanfare
to tell you that you are my Emerald guitar
Whom I long to hold, kiss and adore
Oh how I love you Dalia this I hereby declare!

(Following poem is written as an enteral rhyme scheme)

Dear Anne Shirley,

Hey, Carrot!
Hey, Carrot!

Do you have any idea how much I love you?

Even after you bonked me on the head, for pulling those pigtails red, I’ve never been able to forget you.  So intelligent and independent, your beauty runs deep within.  Your voice; your face; your presence has been tattooed on my mind forever.  I’ve even become endeared to that fiery temper of which I often suffered.

All these years you’ve considered me a rival, competing furiously in ever endeavor, to best and defeat me.  Even after I rescued you from drowning you wouldn’t grant me any quarter.  In fact, it only inflamed your resentment.  An antipathy that has befuddled and troubled me, for I’m the only person you treat was such contemptibility.

Everyone else you’ve ever touched has been enriched by knowing you.  Your compassion, charity and effervescent personality have made you the love of the community.  You are the beloved daughter of all Avonlea Village.  Everyone loves you as you love everyone, save me, whom you see as an adversary.

Well Anne of Green Gables, I’ve got good news.  You’ve won.  You’ve defeated me completely.  You’ve conquered my spirit and taken my heart as a trophy.   So let me accept defeat graciously by allowing me to concede with a query.  

‘Anne of Green Gables, will you marry me?’

Your humble servant,
Gilbert Blythe

(Inspired by Anne of Green Gables)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3N9m-Qfl2WU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-U2X-vuLsZU

Love makes me high


Stay high, why o why?
Lights of seven, still makes me cry.
Met you on a sunny day, I was little shy,
Darling you're a rainbow,and I just want to fly.

Run wild and free, in every street you see,
Cry like a river, sing like a bee.
Dreams burning your soul,
And life disappearing in a black hole.
A sad-sad tune might make you weep,
"Come back to bed sweetheart, lets go to sleep".
On breaking your cocoon, you will find,
Life's just a gift, always paying in kind.
Nothing can stop you, be born as butterfly
And I'll still get high, oh darlin' cant you see why!

Here's the Answer: Love


Would you read this?            
Not misunderstand it?            
             
The truth is            
             
I love you            
             
Don’t recoil saying              
             
You don't know me            
             
You’re right              
I don’t know you            
Not in the way I should            
I’m as mystified as you            
That I should feel like this            
           
Over these past months              
I’ve analyzed ‘us’ to death            
But still come up with the same result            
             
I love you            
             
Then I took it one step further            
And this is what I got            
             
Though it is you I love            
Love is not you            
You are not Love            
             
Separating you from Love              
allows me to bear witness            
on my journey to Love            
             
You are my ferry              
to the end of this journey            
to the end of this life            
where you, me and Love become one again            
             
So you see it's not just about you            
it’s about me too and              
my relationship with              
Love            
             
Does that make sense?            
             
Sometimes I think not.            
             
             
           
             
             
© Kate Adams 10/3/17            
           
         

A Reply of Sorts....

 

I read your words, JohnFeddeler, in a sunny cafe, in a city like any other in a country some call lucky. Those words, your words, drew me to write these words. Thank you for the inspiration.


Darkness may hide physically what she doesn't want seen
but in the dark the true essence of a woman is on show,
the contrast being it illuminates her soul;
and so she turns her head to hide her eyes
till the shutters come down hiding what she doesn't want you to know.

But there are times when she'll kiss you,
hold your face in the palm of her hands;
if you open closed eyes and look closely, it's then,
in that moment, her true self will be exposed.

Yes, she's afraid...afraid if you see what's there,
you'll be scared, because she's accepted you just as you are.

Is there such a thing as a love story or
is it the tale of misfits in a complicated world?
What draws him to her and her to him, nobody knows
but if they could start by accepting each other just as they are,
drop the need to mould into Miss or Mr Right,
it may surprise all to see what unfolds.

Say her name and she will turn....




Copyright  Kate Adams July 2015