Here's how romance works in our house~
Mr: I bought you roses! From a petrol station (giggles.)
Me: You know you can't eat the shop bought ones- they put spray on them!
Mr: Perhaps you could put them in a vase?
(Both laugh hilariously.)
It has a sort of Theatre Of The Absurd vibe to it.
Here is a poem, untitled, written once upon a time before Mr. I like it a great deal but it only existed before now as biro lines in an old notebook. It deserves better. As a love poem, it's unorthodox. It's more about freedom from the tyranny of love.
This is not the girl
Whose song you sing
Not the one you think of
Not the one you love
She's the one who walks alone
Who sings where no one ever hears
And what she dreams you'll never know
And if she ever leaves that path
Her footprints always bear that witness
Where she's been brings her where she is
And the feel of cool rock
Lasts as long as songs and love.