Anyone still swooning from last week? I am – and boy has it been a fun. But don’t sigh your last. There are still two beautiful weeks of lip-locking action going on right here, and I have a wonderful lineup to prove it 🙂
And as a special treat – Another Romantic poem 😉
I’m a hopeless romantic. I will take no disguise.
I admit getting lost in some make-believe eyes.
I often quote prose to invisible men,
And am found in odd places with paper and pen.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I confess with a grin.
Though I know my profession some regard as a sin.
I enjoy taking walks in the springtime at night
And find the moon’s glow an inspiring delight.
I’m a hopeless romantic, with no shame I admit.
For the practical thinker I care not a wit.
My world is alight with my rose-colored glasses
And I love getting lost in a book as time passes.
I’m a hopeless romantic. Fairytales do come true.
Any storm brings adventure from a new point of view.
And the sweet kiss of love can awake hearts of stone.
In truth, we romantics are never alone.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I confess it is true.
From all of my options, I prefer this world view.
And if forced I can tell fact and fiction a part,
But a hopeless romantic is the beat of my heart.
Pepper D. Basham – copyright 2006