Delicately Romantic

A poem prepared
in champagne and lace,
so delicately romantic.
Passion committed
to words
was something she needed.

It Seemed to Begin

It seemed to begin
with a smokey haze of mutual love,
a flawless, naked contentment
enclosed them slowly,
lazily,
charmed by the romantic hearts
in love.

Romantic Illusion

The overwhelming pressure
of that
romantic illusion.
Fate hardly matters.
You adapt to believe there is
an absolute one
for you.