Romance the best fantasy, a promise,
an ethereal suggestion of something
that might possibly be, an insubstantial
beauty which cannot be touched as the
dream is not real, a fragrance, a melody
Romance lives in mystery, as impossible
to hold as a flame and as dangerous if not
contained, balancing on unlimited possibility
creating a myriad probabilities, focused in
dreams, based on the most marvellous
Aspects of reality, blossoms ready to bloom,
spring beautifying earth - when one of the
infinite possible romances collapses into
3-D reality, sensory perception congeals
its fluid character, dreamers sink down
From the clouds and discover where they
are, if they derived enough power from
the preceding romance, the energy can
propel them forwards, every new phase
of their love a miniature romance in itself
It takes hard work to keep the momentum
going, yet everyone is free to burn incense
at the altar of love as often as they like and
keep the dream going…
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