I dream about romance, wonder about it, wonder where it went & how it would be, to have it back again. It seems lost these days, disappeared amongst the fervor, the din of technology, up in smoke with astrology & fate.
And lo and behold, as in the days of old, some try to carry on the mystery of the true believers, craving the taste to hold another. It is indeed a long road to travel, one of angst, everybody seems hung up on the physicality & perhaps unable see the true meaning of love.
And though, I myself get wrapped up in *****-thoughts, I will never forget my first kiss, the feel of another's hand upon my cheek, the warmth of her sweet breath down my neck, the fiery heat of our intertwined naked-bodies nor the explosive mingling of our primal act.
For to forget such seemingly trivial-things, is to forget the gentleness of a summer rain, the splendour of the setting sun, loons calling at night, the rising of the sliver-moon with its seductive glow amongst the millions of bright stars, twinkling in the glorious heavens above.