Romance

April 1, 2010

Not city strolls and flowers
Or poetry and moonlight
Dinner and candles
Softly spoken phrases
Whispered eloquently
These are lies
Love is not born
It existed before time
It is smog and pollution
Torn jeans and insecurities
Recitations of philosophy or graffiti
It is the overflow, not what’s in the cup

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