Below is a miscellaneous collection of Romantic prose, all penned by yours truly.
You are laughter, you are song, you are everything that is good.
You are there in moments past; to present and to future: you will always be in my thoughts.
I hear the heavens in your voice.
When our extended goodbye and promise of next is done, when the phone is silent and erstwhile conversation with you dances on and my thoughts of a current reality emerge out of the satin clouds of moments past, I am renewed.
The best thing about me is you.
Love is an intense deluge of emotion, a copious amount of feelings all brought together and lasered into my soul.
She comes out a side door on her break to meet me.
She sees my smile and responds.
I go to her, cup my hand gently on the side of her chin and stop.
Stop to gaze for a moment at my love.
I kiss her; slowly, with slight passion.
She throws her arms around my neck, pulls me close, duplicates my kiss.
We hug, tightly, as we feel tensions slip away.
Again we are whole, as one.
I whisper I love you, she whispers same.
I tell her to hurry home, she gives a small nod.
I tell her we will make love early to give us more cuddle time.
l can feel her smile widen.
Another hug,a kiss, a soft whisper then too soon we separate.
It is always too soon. It is never enough.
I watch as she waves, throws a kiss and goes through the door.
I go back to my car filled with resplendent visions of when she gets home.
I see you
But I cannot touch you
I feel you
But you are not there
I know you
But you do not know me
Except in dreams
Where we are one
I am with you, by a lake near our cabin. It is late evening.
I’m lying down, my head resting against a tree. You are lying next to me, legs curled, your head resting on my chest. My finger is softly touching, slowly moving, just below your ear.
We’re watching the sun set over the water. The lake is alive: the fish are feeding, jumping, casting rings on the surface that flow outwardly toward the shore.
The sky is a dusty powder blue, with just a hint of cloud traces. It is quiet.
There is an eagle soaring high above. In the distance you hear a Pheasant calling her mate. The rustle of leaves as a rabbit scurries away. A slight breeze comes up.
Then the tired sun starts to dip below the waterline. As it does it sends out a golden beam that cuts across the lake. In a minute, it is gone.
It is now late dusk. I lean over and gently kiss the side of your neck. You move your head to meet my eyes. I smile. You reach up and bring my head closer. A whisper in my ear, and I gather you up in my arms and we rise together, and walk, with feelings rising, to our cabin.
It is strange, unique, foreign; yet familiar as ones’ soul.
I cannot explain it: nor do I understand it.
I live with it always: it never lets go.
It makes no sense yet makes perfect sense.
It should not have happened yet it did happen.
It is as a clouded dichotomy yet clear as air.
And I can only follow where it leads me.
I cannot live without it.
I will not live without it.
It is what I think. It is what I feel. What I crave.
It is my essence. My being. My life.
It is pure love.
From you. To me.
From me. To you.
Bless you, my Love.
Thank you my Love.
For being you.
