romance

romance is not the same
flowers and hearts are just repetitions
as a man, tis easy
to recognize true romance
with no self illusioned rule book
we accept it as it comes

for me was college
not all of it
just the communal hectic social atmosphere
constant surreal musically accompanied poundings
of events, of ideas, of emotion

yet, i am married
a courtship of romance ambushed
a mini-romance
but it grew into something stronger, shed its immaturity

the immaturity that felt so good
innocence is bliss

romance so fleeting
so so desirable

a year's worth of knowledge in exchange for the dark artistic dungeon
two year's worth to swap for a crowded blue boat with vinyl cushioning
three years of my life for a christmas lit room, three annoyed girls
an eternity of my soul to feel my Lord God again

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by Vraeden
2005