and i want someone i can love like that.

there is something.
  it   is   something.

i suppose.. all hearts are a little broken.

i wont stop for love; you'll have to catch me first.

i can hear the music of your soul; im so enchanted.

for Romance:

one sprinkling of Candles.
two shakes of a Cold Night.
four dustings of Starry Sky.
add Music to taste.

stir in two pinches of Nervous Honesty.
mix with a cup of Quiet Smiles.
remove all Unrealistic Promises.
slowly fold in Comfortable Silence.

leave to rest in Patience to
allow any Expectation to surface.
serve warmed in Gentle Laughter
with a small side of Compromise.

it's constant incidence that she feels
like a tanked Siamese fighting fish
battling her reflection.