He barely touched her lips with his gentle, tender kiss, making her hungry for more of him. His arms wrapped firmly around her, and finally she knew he would never leave. She could feel his beating heart …

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I’ve always been a romantic.  I cry if a story or a movie does not end in everlasting bliss.  The heartaches, joys and complexities of the love game fascinate me.

It all started in sixth grade when I had a long affair with True Romance Magazines.  Teachers confiscated my copies more than once, as I sneakily tried to read them in class.

One summer my parents sent me to Puerto Rico, where I discovered “novelas”.  These illustrated Spanish tales of love, betrayal, yearning, broken hearts and affection triumphant mesmerized and captured my imagination..

I’m certain these influences helped shape my sensitivities.  Fantasy flavored my expectations of  love.  Of course, as I grew older my ideas of romance changed.  Now, I’m happy to share some soft music, receive flowers or be surprised with a favorite meal.  To me, that’s very romantic.

But I also view romance from a larger perspective.  I look at life as romance.   Always enticing, it leads me on, not to the proverbial happy ending but to the depths of new beginnings.  Like a big tease, it seduces me and asks, “How much can you love?”

It takes a lifetime to answer this question, the way it takes the little flower its lifetime to be romanced by the sun.

 

“To love one’s self is the beginning of a life-long romance.”

Oscar Wilde

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The author is Myrna Rosa  whose blog Daily Spirit is evidence of her great talent for poetry and story writing. In the last year or more that I’ve interacted with Myrna I’ve found her to be very deeply reflective and very sincere and thoughtful. I do feel that Myrna’s writing deserves a lot more readers and she is hiding her talent under a large bush in New Mexico, where she lives.

Please visit Myrna’s blog and I’m sure you’ll be hooked.

Thank you for writing here, Myrna. I’m feel so honored that you did.

May you be inspired – every day!