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Romantic or Authentic?

Do women want romantic or authentic.

 

What do I know, I'm simply an imperfect guy.

Do I know what is more romantic and why

Do I know what is authentic and can I cry

 

Romantic or Authentic

Is it being at your favorite cafe

Or walking on your favorite trail

Is it listening to the Fray

Or is it feeling alone and abit frail

 

Romantic or Authentic

Is it cuddling on my couch

Or huddling in a rainstorm

Is it mending your recent Ouch!

Or dancing with awkward form

 

Romantic or Authentic

Is it holding each other's glance in a crowded bar

Or holding your hair lightly after too many shots

Is it allowing chance to connect from afar

Or revealing our weak side as we become besot

 

Romantic or Authentic

What will be adored

What will be remembered

Will it be our public shine that is scored

Will it be where we stumbled and clamored

 

 

Breathe slow . . . . . .

Breathe deep . . . . . .

Breathe as though . . . . . .

You can't keep . . . . . .

 

Romantic and Authentic.

I would hope we see each other's shining moments until we fade.

I would hope our memories linger even when frayed.

I would hope we bring our best selves with full abandon.

I would hope we both learn to dance in tandem.

 

Authentic and Romantic.

I feel it is not just about me

Or just about you.

I feel it's about moments shared free

And feeling what's deeply true.

 

Authentically Romantic.

It starts as a bubble

Not immune to trouble.

It contains a droplet

Not created by a bracelet.

It's a belief that feels thin

But it needs both feet in.

 

Romantically Authentic.

Our space becomes a quiet hue.

So white it's blue.

Our true selves expand

Centered and contained.

So fragile and clear

Let's hold it dear.

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Written by
h-j
60 / M / American
Published
Aug 12, 2012
Lines·Words
52·321
Notes

First written with an empty chair across from me.

I then re-read following the first glance.

The 1st date is now real, not just make-believe.

Now the empty chair won't be left to chance.

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