redwinterroses

A bleeding heart lie dying, pleading, please, have mercy. And though I reside mostly in the dark corners of my own hopeless romanticism, I cannot let go. While I believe that humanity is much less than humane, that compassion is almost non-existent, I cannot let Romance be Dead! I still draw in the heavy humid air and feel it deep in my bones. A longing that physically aches in the center of my chest. My passion pours out into my words. But my own are not enough. It is the random chaos of aching souls that makes the adventure of passion and romance so very intoxicating. So I am eager for your one or two lines that you may give. Your own heart, your own words. Show me that romance is still at least a hopeless, and hapless, fantasy. Can't wait. Until then, Me.