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Now dont moan and grumble about ANOTHER page about Romance..just enjoy
and I promise I'll try to be better than average...I can at least try :)


So...the reason for this page? To show you romance as I see it..not anyone
else but ME. I enjoy love and romance simply because I can. It's soft,
gentle passionate and sometimes not so gentle and soft :) It's about being
who you are and not who they think you should be. And above all
it's about loving YOU first.

Firstly, thank you to a friend who reminded me of a special poem, that I should have included here a LONG time ago. Christopher Marlowe wrote a well known, and well read poem, called The Passionate Shepherd to His Love. It's such a beautiful, poem, that I wanted to include it in this collection, and hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

The Passionate Shepherd to His love

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love,

Christopher Marlowe.

The Romantic loves deep and thus his heart is easily and often broken.

I've often wondered about that...and as the years go by I start to realise
more and more how true it really is. In my own heart I have given myself
up to the feeling of wanting to belong with a man who will validate my
childish dreams of romance and love..and yes passion. Who doesn't want one
and not the other. Mutually exclusive was a phrase coined for
Romance and Passion I'm sure.

Love has made cynics and believers of all of us...there for instance is
the cynic as shown below. The man/woman so hurt they've decided that
love is not about passion or romance, but rather about a true friendship.

    What is Love?

    Everyone seeks it with all their heart
    Unknowingly it'll split your world apart.
    Love is a leash around your heart,
    That only grows tighter once it starts.

    Love is saying goodbye to your self
    Your freedom is gone, it silently left.
    Love is blind, and it'll end up deaf,
    Till your heart is alone, stored upon a shelf.

    Love is a fence, boxing you in
    "You'll be mine, until the end!"
    Love is a game - you just can't win
    It'll break you - both women and men.

    Love is a prison without bars
    Full of pain and unsightly scars.
    Love causes fights, eventually wars
    No one wins regardless of the scores.

    Love is confining - someone to own
    "Meet my needs," till your self is all gone.
    Love is together, except you're alone -
    Nursing your wounds you sigh, then you groan.

    Love says, "Be there for me to hold,
    Warm my heart, chase away the cold."
    Love is about me and you, I am told -
    It's only you! Saying, "Fit my mold!"

    Give me a friend, not a lover -
    Who allows me to be me, not another.
    Allow me freedom, do not smother
    Give me friendship, and take it no further.

    Allow me to give, as I am able.
    Speak in truth, I need no fable.
    Do not cling, on your own be stable,
    Friendship endures, love is labile.

    Please do not say those three little words
    There is no magic, none that I've heard.
    To say only those words is absurd -
    Just be my friend, no promises conferred.


And then there's the believer. The person who truley believes in
love at first site, in the glow and romance of having someone who you can
devote 24 hours a day thinking about. And who in your heart you're absolutely
positive they're doing the same thing. I mean God FORBID you would be in
this condition alone! For them the rosey glow of true love is what makes
everything worth while.

"At the touch of love,
Everyone becomes a poet" - Plato

Interesting thought. I've been writing poetry since I was
about..ohhh..9 or so. Extremely BAD poetry mind you but my version of
it nonetheless. I think I've been in love with being in love since
I was born. I've chased and mooned and "fallen in love" ever since I can
remember. I wont subject you to my poetry because I think that would be
taking torture to new depths.

Part of the reason I think I'm the "passionate sort" in everything
I do (including my temper) is because of my heritage. Part Irish part Scottish
with a lot of the South African in me. The Scottish have a wonderful tendancy
of doing EVERYTHING 100%. They hate with a passion that could be passed down
from generation to generation, but they love with just as much heart.
Their vows of marriage are so passionate and beautiful..I managed to get
a small sample of it..


Ye are my Blood of my Blood , and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body,that we Two might be One, I give ye my Spirit,til our Life shall be Done.

Its kind of difficult to try and follow those lines with anything remotely
significant. So I wont say anything and rather give you the poetry of my
believer. This poem I chose because it's something I go through myself. The
internet has brought to light a lot of long distance relationships..and a lot of
hurt, love and so many wonderful friendships. But in these few words are
something so many of us go through.

Andrew Cleveland

Another day gone,
Another day without you,
Yet another day closer to seeing you,
Another day closer to holding you,
Another day closer to feeling your lips against mine.
Another day far away, but
Another day closer


My soul here stands
Knowing halfway around the world
Is the one and only
That I have met
     and loved......

My heart alone knows
When I see Him Again
The poetry of my soul
     will be complete


The hardest part about falling in love, is the actual falling itself.
Such fear of giving yourself so completely to one person, knowing it's
what you want, but hoping beyond all you're capable of, that this person
wont hurt you, betray you or worse, not love you in return. The faith that
we put in others to protect our hearts is almost frightning. The trust we
place in them to take that which is almost our most precious gift, and not
destroy it, is a tribute to our endurance. New love is probably the most
frightning of all. Meeting someone who's chemistry is all right for you,
but not knowing how they feel, wondering if they feel the same thing,
not knowing what boundaries are set up, how fast to go, how slow to move,
when to express your feelings, and when to just show them instead.
But sometimes our heart knows the questions better than we do....

Will You Love Me?
by Melissa Starr

Your hands, cold as ice
But your smile, so warm
How can I keep you?
Call off the storm

Who do you love, boy?
Tell me your dreams
How can I please you?
Is love what it seems?

Where can I find you 
When night turns to day?
And how can I love you?
Teach me your way

Your arms encompass
And your eyes delight
How can I explain to you
Why I put up this fight?

When confusion is over 
And we've found what to be 
How can I ask you?
Will you love me?


Worlds apart
yet we are so close
underneath the same stars we pray
together we think of one another
but we are unable to touch
it is cold and lonely
yet your love has kept me warm
Worlds apart,
yet we are so close
tonight I pray,
I pray that once again
I will see that warm smile that has turned 
my world around That smile that can turn a frown around I pray that once again I can feel that warm embrace
that once told me everything will be ok Most of all I pray tonight, that my friend,
so near and dear, is all right Karen Thomas


Unending Love

"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
numberless times,
In life after life,in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the
necklace of songs
That you take as a gift,wear round your neck in
your many forms
In life after life,in age after age forever."

Rabindranath Tagore ,
Indian, 1861-1941

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