Real Romance

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In a world of swiping left and starting streaks,

I want someone to start a conversation with me.

In a world that’s replacing phone calls and flowers

with text messages, I crave fresh air.

If you let me take your hand I’ll walk you through

a secret island.

My definition of romance.

Here I send you handwritten letters,

and we chase the sunset on our bikes by the river.

Warm hugs sealed with the scent of homemade

cookies.

We leave the party early because

they don’t know how to have fun without puking-

Rookies.

Long drives with the wind in our hair.

Conversations interrupted softly by longing eyes.

Singing our favourite songs without a care.

I want to slow dance by the fireplace

after I ask you about your day.

Kisses on cheeks electrify me.

So lend me your shoulder before the weight of the world comes knocking-

A boulder.

You can’t sweep me off my feet with lavish rings.

Let me get drunk off of your intellect and kindness.

Just love me like your favourite pillow

and I’ll treat you like a king.

Ask me about the things that start wildfires in my bones.

Tell me the story of how you lost your first tooth.

Why the smell of grass reminds your mother of you.

You can leave your mask at the door.

When you show me your vulnerable side I promise-

I’ll only want you more.

Show me what you feel because on this sacred island

true love isn’t conceived by locking lips

wealth has nothing to do with money

happiness is the only way to win.

Show me that you love me before we run out of time

I promise I'll keep listening to you like my favourite vinyl record

on repeat

without a speck of grime.

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