I used to read
romance novels
in a fit of fantasy,
living through the characters,
indulging in their dalliance.
Now I read them
as a sort of tragedy;
tales of two lovers
who will never experience
that look in your eyes.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I used to read
romance novels
in a fit of fantasy,
living through the characters,
indulging in their dalliance.
Now I read them
as a sort of tragedy;
tales of two lovers
who will never experience
that look in your eyes.