Deep down...

[TheGirlNextDoor]

I'm really a romantic at heart.

Too passe?

 

[Fisher]

Not really passe so much as awkwardly violent in its delivery.

 

[shlunka]

Meh, I once used Glade air fresheners as a replacement for scented candles for a romantic excursion.

 

[TheGirlNextDoor]

Not really passe so much as awkwardly violent in its delivery.

Explain, please.

 

[TheGirlNextDoor]

Meh, I once used Glade air fresheners as a replacement for scented candles for a romantic excursion.

Well. Appears romance is dead. I guess at least it doesn't smell bad.

 

[Fisher]

Meh, I once used Glade air fresheners as a replacement for scented candles for a romantic excursion.

Hall's cough drops for all your excursion needs.

 

[Aderleth]

I like it. I'd like to think I've had that effect on a few women. But then I'm a romantic as well.

 

[shlunka]

Well. Appears romance is dead. I guess at least it doesn't smell bad.

In my defense, there was a smoke alarm in the room.

 

[Fisher]

Explain, please.

not exactly romantic word choices: insecurities; dove; starved; coiled; fears; bones

 

[Lutherf]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e. e. cummings

Just my 2 cents.

 

[Mr. Invisible]

For romance and love, I go to Pablo Neruda.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

EDIT: The entire poem can be found here, XVII (I do not love you...) by Pablo Neruda

 

[TheGirlNextDoor]

 

[GottaGo]

“One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

 

[ChrisL]

Oh my! Lol! Some of these are pretty hot! :mrgreen:

 

[TheGirlNextDoor]

 

[Risky Thicket]

From Loading Mercury With A Pitchfork ~ Richard Brautigan


F*** ME LIKE FRIED POTATOES

F*** me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.

----

I'm not big on poetry, but ^^^ this one makes sense to me.

 

[Gipper]

I'm not taking romance advice from someone named Poindexter.

 

[TheGirlNextDoor]

I'm not taking romance advice from someone named Poindexter.

I'll school ya.

 

[Gipper]

I'll school ya.

Your name isn't Poindexter. I'm cool.

I'm your clay, babe. Mold me.

 

[Lutherf]

This one's open for interpretation -

Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

 

[Goshin]

Meh. I was once a romantic. The world killed that part of me.

 

[Josie]

Meh. I was once a romantic. The world killed that part of me.

Oh. That was very Les Miserables of you to say.

 

[Ikari]

“One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

Yeah, go without oxygen for awhile and let me know how it turns out.

 

[sawyerloggingon]

I'm really a romantic at heart.

Too passe?

I read it 5 times. Bunch of gibberish to me.

 

[Lutherf]

I read it 5 times. Bunch of gibberish to me.

You need to smoke about an oz of potpourri and read it in the light of a scented candle before it starts making sense.