I wish I could love like you, I do,
With your fire and passion and joy,
But instead I love like a river,
Slowly and quietly,
Slinking through calcium halls
Hidden from other eyes
Waiting to emerge from the ground
And become dazzling in the sunrise.
So many fictional lovers tend towards the ‘fiery’ style of love – passionate and hot. But I do enjoy reading things about more gradual, measured people. And so I wrote something.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic