And What is ‘Romance’, Anyway?

At NTFC, we’re all about breaking stereotypes.

We’ll, technically, there is no ‘we’, just ‘me’, and I’m clumsy and break everything. But you get the idea.

And what is ‘romance’, anyway?
Is it some kind of class?
If so, I think it’s one
I want to pass

love on a ferris wheel

Maybe some of you remember (or have recently experienced) this.

Love on a Ferris Wheel

the romance in a ferris wheel,
as there, together, high above,
the energy in carnivals
will shoot between you in a blaze of love

when youth discovers what has been
quite hidden to it, heretofore;
there’s no love like on ferris wheels,
those days or nights that leave us wanting
more

Men and Romance

(Idea taken from a conversation with Vonita over at Passion through Poetry. I hope she doesn’t mind – Owen)

(Idea taken from a conversation with Vonita over at Passion through Poetry. I hope she doesn’t mind – Owen)

And so we men, we dream of being heroes

For those we love, our very cherished few;

We have romantic dreams as well as women,

But these are dreams we’ll never

Admit to

What She Said

And she said there in the cafe.

We’ve been sold the dream, we girls have.
That somewhere’s the perfect guy:
And we’ll have great lives together.
Yet we know it’s all a lie.

Still, we love the lie like fiction,
Fantasies where hearts can go:
So I love to dream of romance,
Though it’s silly.
Even
So —

 

Ah, Now, Romance

You find it in the oddest places.

Romance

Ah, now, romance
Here and there
Up and down
And ev’rywhere

On the roof of
My gray car
Creatures come from
Near and far

Just for romance
They are brought
And can’t find a
Better spot

Ah, now, romance
What a day
Now, two cats, please
Go away