i hold your hand tight. so tight. i feel your pulse through you skin and as your eyes meet mine i know that i see my reflection inside you. as i close my eyes and let sleep claim me, with your body beside mine, i’m safe and comfortable and right. i love you the most. and i always will.
It was more than romantic. The toy Volkswagen bug was tucked inside a the “help wanted” section of the newspaper. He was asking me to move in. Good thing I had already began searching for work in my new city.
Please forgive me
for my lack of romance,
but I’d like to know
when writing sonnets and
moving mountains
became better than the simple
holding of hands?
Romantic is someone who has a way to show someone their love, like taking them out for a dinner and movie. Romanced usually ends up with sex, but hey, sex is good. GO ORGASMS!
“I’m not romantic.” The biggest lie told by the biggest romantic, trying to romance someone who wasn’t a romantic. What a strange for of self-tyranny, and an effective way to woo.
Romantic is flowers and chocolates and not always the best thing in the world. I don’t know. My mother always told me that if a guy is too romantic, too lavish on the details, he’s missing something in the substance. She said to watch out, because you want less flowers on your anniversary and more anniversaries. My mother is something of a cynic, and romantic can be nice, but I don’t know.
My soul is the warm breeze on a sunny day.
My soul is the way the air smells after it rains
My soul is dancing in a thunderstorm.
My soul is cllimbing onto a roof and looking at the stars.
My soul is time spent with family and friends.
My soul is an ocean, stretching as far as you can see.
My soul is a child’s laughter.
My soul is a friendly smile.
My soul is simple, humble, and pure.
My soul is joy.
richard, dinner, paris, chocolate, bread and cheese, and wine in the park, sunsets, the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, caviar, flowers, perfume,
I wish I had a romantic life, but instead I spend my time on here writing about how I wish that I actually had a life. (A romantic one that is) I always see people in my school making out.. Ewww gross. I wish they would atleast get a room and stop making out in the halls. So nbow
In the distance came the soft lute-sounds of a Koto, and for a moment as he lay there Jensen wafted into a romantic reverie. The warmth of the sun, the pleasant feeling of real senses, the sweet air, children’s voices….the smell of cat piss.
Love is a blossoming flower. It can grow if nurtured, but if not watered on a daily basis, it will die. It craves sunlight. It screams beauty. The potential for it to wilt only makes it so much more special while it lasts.
Romantic is cuddling on the couch sipping hot cocoa in front of the fireplace.
Romantic is winning a prize for your significant other at the fair.
Romantic is a candle-lit dinner with spaghetti.
I love you. Three little words that mean so much. Too much sometimes. The lights, the mood, the guy sitting right across from me are perfect. But I love you? That’s hard to say. Hard to breathe. Hard to mean.
love peace movies dear john, nicholas sparks, fake, candles, roses, hotels, anniversaries, grandma and grandpa, first dates, first kisses, bubble baths, 12 dozen chocolates, valentines day, sappy, diamonds, men and women,
Romantic. I think of the fairytales I had in my head. You were always so romantic. I was being cliché though. I wanted you to be like how you were in my fantasy dream. You never were though. Because, that was a fantasy. Fanatsies never become real. They’re always a dream. A dream of the past, a dream….of the lies.
Life should be romantic. The everyday is so overated. Fill your life with passion, with an ever flowing stream of little magical moments that celebrate and cherish love in its purest form.
Is it romantic when someone gifts you with a flower? Well…a flower is the sex organ of a plant…so perhaps not anymore….Is it romantic when you sit and watch the sunset together? Those lovely colours? They are the reflection of the sun’s rays on the Earth’s atmosphere, only seen that colour from the angle at which you are on the planet’s surface. How about going out to a romantic, candlelit dinner? Did you know that it takes seven seconds for the food in your mouth to reach your stomach, and that the pancreas produces a fluid that helps the digestion of said food in the small intestine? Yeah, didn’t think so. Isn’t science just so romantic?
It was the most romantic thing Cassidy had ever experienced. No one had ever been this nice to her; not even before The Incident. She didn’t know whether she should feel happy, suspicious, confused, or scared, so she just sat back in the damp grass and felt a mixture of everything. The boy next to her looked at her with startling dark eyes, and a raindrop landed in the middle of his forehead, causing him to jump slightly. She stared for a moment, and then laughed, something she thought she would never do again.
Goodness, I love the word romantic. It has so many happy connotations and just puts a smile on my face. It reminds me of the Victorian Era, which I absolutely adore. It makes me smell roses and think of beautiful white dresses.
He was never the romantic. He always struggled to articulate his feelings, even to the extent where he would state with a smile, “I don’t hate you” which is truly a great compliment from such an anti social individual. But, she somehow managed to find this endearing. Such is love.
You’re more romantic than me, or at least you were. I don’t know if my poetic musings are romantic, but I do know that something about the way you smile with your eyes and kiss my hand is. You’re a boy too, which is strange. I love you. I love what you do to me, romantic or otherwise.
I totally judge people walking around campus holding hands who are trying to be romantic. 75% of them reek of awkwardness or disgust me; maybe about 25% are actually cute.
Romantic moments are not just candlelit dinners and movies and walks on the lakefront. They are in thew ay you look at each other from across the table while working on homework.
romatic is love whenever you are deeply in love with somebody you are romantic. and being romantic is good and people should always be romantic. but you can be overly romantic. being romantic is awesome and everybody should but if u dont have a partner i know that feel bro.
Romantic-Romance-Romans
i hold your hand tight. so tight. i feel your pulse through you skin and as your eyes meet mine i know that i see my reflection inside you. as i close my eyes and let sleep claim me, with your body beside mine, i’m safe and comfortable and right. i love you the most. and i always will.
It was more than romantic. The toy Volkswagen bug was tucked inside a the “help wanted” section of the newspaper. He was asking me to move in. Good thing I had already began searching for work in my new city.
Please forgive me
for my lack of romance,
but I’d like to know
when writing sonnets and
moving mountains
became better than the simple
holding of hands?
Romantic is someone who has a way to show someone their love, like taking them out for a dinner and movie. Romanced usually ends up with sex, but hey, sex is good. GO ORGASMS!
“I’m not romantic.” The biggest lie told by the biggest romantic, trying to romance someone who wasn’t a romantic. What a strange for of self-tyranny, and an effective way to woo.
Romantic is flowers and chocolates and not always the best thing in the world. I don’t know. My mother always told me that if a guy is too romantic, too lavish on the details, he’s missing something in the substance. She said to watch out, because you want less flowers on your anniversary and more anniversaries. My mother is something of a cynic, and romantic can be nice, but I don’t know.
My soul is the warm breeze on a sunny day.
My soul is the way the air smells after it rains
My soul is dancing in a thunderstorm.
My soul is cllimbing onto a roof and looking at the stars.
My soul is time spent with family and friends.
My soul is an ocean, stretching as far as you can see.
My soul is a child’s laughter.
My soul is a friendly smile.
My soul is simple, humble, and pure.
My soul is joy.
richard, dinner, paris, chocolate, bread and cheese, and wine in the park, sunsets, the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, caviar, flowers, perfume,
I wish I had a romantic life, but instead I spend my time on here writing about how I wish that I actually had a life. (A romantic one that is) I always see people in my school making out.. Ewww gross. I wish they would atleast get a room and stop making out in the halls. So nbow
In the distance came the soft lute-sounds of a Koto, and for a moment as he lay there Jensen wafted into a romantic reverie. The warmth of the sun, the pleasant feeling of real senses, the sweet air, children’s voices….the smell of cat piss.
“What the…?!”
so easy and so difficult at the same time, but we cant ignore it cause romance and love is the closest thing we have to magic
Love is a blossoming flower. It can grow if nurtured, but if not watered on a daily basis, it will die. It craves sunlight. It screams beauty. The potential for it to wilt only makes it so much more special while it lasts.
love sex marriage lust chocolate flowers date angst anxiety touch kiss embrace hold hug cuddle time
Romantic is cuddling on the couch sipping hot cocoa in front of the fireplace.
Romantic is winning a prize for your significant other at the fair.
Romantic is a candle-lit dinner with spaghetti.
Romantic is whatever you want it to be.
I love you. Three little words that mean so much. Too much sometimes. The lights, the mood, the guy sitting right across from me are perfect. But I love you? That’s hard to say. Hard to breathe. Hard to mean.
love peace movies dear john, nicholas sparks, fake, candles, roses, hotels, anniversaries, grandma and grandpa, first dates, first kisses, bubble baths, 12 dozen chocolates, valentines day, sappy, diamonds, men and women,
Romantic. I think of the fairytales I had in my head. You were always so romantic. I was being cliché though. I wanted you to be like how you were in my fantasy dream. You never were though. Because, that was a fantasy. Fanatsies never become real. They’re always a dream. A dream of the past, a dream….of the lies.
Life should be romantic. The everyday is so overated. Fill your life with passion, with an ever flowing stream of little magical moments that celebrate and cherish love in its purest form.
A stranger catches your eyes in a hopeful glance. You blush, you smile and in a shy way, you continue to go home.
It is a proven fact that Irish clay pigeons are many times more romantic than Irish males but they get shot at marginally less often.
Is it romantic when someone gifts you with a flower? Well…a flower is the sex organ of a plant…so perhaps not anymore….Is it romantic when you sit and watch the sunset together? Those lovely colours? They are the reflection of the sun’s rays on the Earth’s atmosphere, only seen that colour from the angle at which you are on the planet’s surface. How about going out to a romantic, candlelit dinner? Did you know that it takes seven seconds for the food in your mouth to reach your stomach, and that the pancreas produces a fluid that helps the digestion of said food in the small intestine? Yeah, didn’t think so. Isn’t science just so romantic?
It was the most romantic thing Cassidy had ever experienced. No one had ever been this nice to her; not even before The Incident. She didn’t know whether she should feel happy, suspicious, confused, or scared, so she just sat back in the damp grass and felt a mixture of everything. The boy next to her looked at her with startling dark eyes, and a raindrop landed in the middle of his forehead, causing him to jump slightly. She stared for a moment, and then laughed, something she thought she would never do again.
You approached me nervously.
“Um, here….I got these for you.” You held the flowers out to me.
“Uhh, thanks..”
“Its supposed to be romantic.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“You were trying to be romantic?”
love
couples
sharing ice cream
walk in the beach
moonlight
kissing in the rain
cute, love, flowers, walks in the park, walks on the beach, pink, red, roses, cheesy words, complete attention
Goodness, I love the word romantic. It has so many happy connotations and just puts a smile on my face. It reminds me of the Victorian Era, which I absolutely adore. It makes me smell roses and think of beautiful white dresses.
He was never the romantic. He always struggled to articulate his feelings, even to the extent where he would state with a smile, “I don’t hate you” which is truly a great compliment from such an anti social individual. But, she somehow managed to find this endearing. Such is love.
…… I got nothin…. :/
Brad Pitt, Romantic comedies, flowers, roses, husband, wedding, sad romantic dramas, love, joy, happiness, marriage, star crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet, poems, horses, cowboys,
sex. dating. sunset. nick russell. music. concerts. fuck. i don’t know what to write. roses. chocolate. dinner. candles. silk. singing. wine. jazz. poetry. compliments.
sappy bullshit non-existent love. wishful thinking that probably wont succeed. beauty. loss.
isn’t it romantic
the way we lace fingers
and share glances
and kiss lips
yet we cannot seem to love
isn’t it romantic, yet wholly unromantic
There’s more to life than dating the quarterback on the football team.
You’re more romantic than me, or at least you were. I don’t know if my poetic musings are romantic, but I do know that something about the way you smile with your eyes and kiss my hand is. You’re a boy too, which is strange. I love you. I love what you do to me, romantic or otherwise.
I totally judge people walking around campus holding hands who are trying to be romantic. 75% of them reek of awkwardness or disgust me; maybe about 25% are actually cute.
Romantic moments are not just candlelit dinners and movies and walks on the lakefront. They are in thew ay you look at each other from across the table while working on homework.
romatic is love whenever you are deeply in love with somebody you are romantic. and being romantic is good and people should always be romantic. but you can be overly romantic. being romantic is awesome and everybody should but if u dont have a partner i know that feel bro.
love. surprises. happieness. music. laughing. being together. having fun. smiles. poems. cuddling. fires. movies. just love. <3 being worth it. :)
your midlife crisis – at 18? arent we such children.
it’s not sexual. it’s not sensual. it’s not even flirty. It’s knowing my need without my explaining.