Young passion, dripping with the sweet taste of romance
Ebbing and leaning into every emotion, every sentiment longing for love
Adventure becomes the life of a hopeless romantic
sway' and sway' goes the heart
like a pendulum; swinging between soul and spirit
Dangling over the dynamic of when stars do cross paths
As if every stone could be turned
As if every frog a possible fairytale
mad in hope with less in luck
Friends and critics; baffled by the loitering pursuit.
We are romantics
tourist of the soul, singers and poets of the heart
painting portraits of thoughts and feelings from within
The Lovers of Love
tourist of the soul, singers and poets of the heart...remarkable expressions!
I am, indeed, a lover of love...swept up in her everlasting invitation to fall, to fall, to fall, again! Found myself tumbling into your write. Delicious depiction of the ongoing quest. PEACE
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We are romantics tourist of the soul, singers and poets of the heart painting portraits of thoughts and feelings from within equals to a warm embrace on the last second of winter when I am about to fall asleep for thousands of years because of the deadly cold.