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."