My Romance;

 I remember reading
"You brought out the romance in me."

Thinking back, 

Perhaps. 

Maybe. 

But ... here is my kind of romance.

My heart is full because every;

day when I wake up, there's you

night when I sleep, there's you

melody that I hear, there's you

pictures that I shoot, there's you

plans that I figure, there's you

And most of all, 

when I write, 

there's you,

every time;

You exist, in everywhere.

My romance doesn't only exist on the surface,

it is also those little things that pile up and adding within me.

Fool for love?

Perhaps;

Hopeless Romantic?

Maybe. 

Here's to "You brought out the romance in me."