Is Romance Dead?

The stelicom Marina in Tacoma Washington a perfect place for romance.

ITS BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDINGS PAVES WAY AS AN APITIZER UPON WHICH TOURIST AND LOCAL VISITORS FEED, TRYING DESPERATELY TO FULL THE NEED OF ADVENTURE; IT LIES IN A DISTANT VALLEY BUT VERY FAR FROM ITS WORSE ALLY, WITH WORN OUT WOODEN STEPS CURVING IN SOLID GRIMACES FROM THE HEIGHT OF THE STREET ABOVE TO THE FEET OF ITS PEBBLED SHORES UPON WHICH ITS RISEN LEVEL IS STILL UNSURE. PEBBLES OF ALL LEVELS VARIOUS SIZES AND NOT FEW BUT MANY SUPPRISES, DAZZLING THE EYES OF VISITORS WITH ITS PERFECT SMOOTH SUFFACES AS IF HATCHED FROM THE WAVES; 'TIS THERE TO TAKE OR SWALLOWED BY WAVES. MOUNDS OF SANDPILES AROUND ITS LOWER CLIFFS YET NO SIGHT OF WORKMEN NO MATTER THE SHIFT, PERHAPS NO WORK WAS DONE , PERHAPS FORMATIONS OF DUNS. JUST BEHIND BACKS, THE WUR OF A GREAT TRAIN, THERE ONE GOES AGAIN GIVING OFF SCREECHY MAGNETIC SOUNDS DISAPPEARS BETWIX'T MOUNTS BOUND TO ITS COURSE; ACROSS THE LAKE LIES A BRIDGE, SPARKS FROM THE BRIDGES LIGHTS AND CARS TO- AND -FRO ON DARKEST NIGHTS , LIGHTS THE SKY WHEN NEVER A STAR IN SIGHT.

Romance is poetry and poetry is romance; Read "Summer memories"

From the moment her voice crept across the fence to the secret passage that led to the ocean and its old rugged bence; it had to be my summer quench. because of your mystery path, 'tis now fun-to-run to a perfect place to rest even when the sun is in its earnest. that friendly neighbour, that neighbouring wood perhaps an unfriendly neighbourhood, but that neighbouring wood, that old rugged wood, perfectly carved for friends comes with a soft whisper, please drop by every now -and- then my bench days are close to its end. 'twas a calendar date one I really appriciate, one in which I've painted a portrait of poetry in motion that led to the ocean and its old rugged wood.

Romance is poetry and poetry is romance; lets read Kings' Proposal"

Indeed you're a queen, thoughts of you enlightens my dream
do you need a king, tell me and I'll get you a ring, I'll get you a palace, buy you a necklace
promise I'll never get malice, I'll spring you a girl just be my pearl, I can't promise but she might have curls
she'll be our princess, to you I'll be my best; are you willing to take take that quest.
your eyes are like a queen bee, I often get shy when you look at me, honey comb we'll both string, forever I'll wait for your sting.

We have, I think, become seduced in this day and age by the notion of being in love. The thrill of sharing another's passion with oneself to the exclusion of all others is just as mysterious now, as it was when Adam woke from his slumber and discovered Eve. However...the expectations that come with mature love sometimes run afoul of the fantasy we have of the relationship itself. If we as mature adults enter into a committed relationship then expect to work and work hard to make the relationship work.Because it is over time through the twists and turns of romantic life together that we ultimately find the happiness we seek, in the eyes of the one we love.