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Hopeless Romantic

1 min readApr 7, 2022

I am a Hopeless Romantic.

Dare me!

When I think of my mate, I think of my reflection.

“Every” is a plural and the proceeding word is informed.

We are in the plural as persons rubbing minds.

I admire the natural tranquility you embody.

Your optimism fuels me to dream bigger.

Let’s leave the what-ifs and the what-nots.

Instead, let’s focus on the right now.

Your quiddities and my candor — they offset each other.

Not but what, I will stick around.

Because I fancy your peculiarity.

I want to set apart your quiddities.

While I dream of a world where your kisses are the solution to my conundrum.

I want to smile till my cheek muscles can no longer hold.

I want to live to witness how long you will allow me to love you.

As this love will be denied not.

I am unapologetic about everything that could possibly be deemed wrong for the odds

of admitting and giving in to this feelings.

For we connect because our nature is agreeable.

…

Is it okay:

If I pamper you…?

Thanks for your readership, always.

I acknowledge all comments.

Written by Heart.