Romance Twenty-Four Seven

Prietenul meu, Muise-ul meu, dragostea mea Frumusețea ta îmi ia respirația.

I could feast on you every night and never be sated, never slake my thirst. My desire for you is unabated years after I tasted you first I still need you my love, my light.

If I haven’t said it recently, I really like you. Just saying.

If you smack a pile of wet rags, you make a noise and a mess and nothing else. If you hit a wild animal, they will attack you and nothing good comes of it. But if you whip a thoroughbred they go faster and faster pushing their limits. Find someone to push you, whether internal […]

“It’s risky.” Yes, we could fail. We could fall, flat on our faces or caught in the act of trying to catch greatness. But it is worth it. The butterflies, the excitement of doing, the tinge of fear adding spice to our life. The energy pent up finally unleashed, the quivering bow once the shaft […]

I would lose myself in your eyes; a mortal trapped by the faerie lost in love for eternity.

If your lips were to brush my cheek, my heart would explode with joy, an attack of ecstasy.

Even if I had you a thousand times, I would still try to seduce you as if it were our first.

Sometimes I might overwhelm you with my intensity. Your beauty is so great it demands passion equal to your radiance, a passion on par with you. I see you and see not your flaws, the darknesses that you continuously dwell upon. I see an angel made flesh, walking the earth spreading light without realizing it. […]

My light will never be enough to brighten your darkness. As much as my passion burns, it is absorbed in your emotional vacuum. My love can never fill the void in your heart, the gnawing emptiness that consumes men and money alike, devouring all until in the end only the soulless hole remains.