Accidental Romantic

Accidental Romantic


She:
How nice candlelight dinner
complete with red wine,
so subtle your move
but I suppose it’s divine.

Dancing on the balcony
just part of the show,
then a walk on the beach
with sand in our toes.

He:
So let me show you
how romance should be,
with me loving you
and you loving me.

Deny if you must
your romantic side,
but your eyes show the truth
what your heart tries to hide.

She:
You think
the passions ignite
when the candle flames
burn bright?

The only truth
I try to hide
Is what you so deny;
I have no romantic side.

Strawberries dipped in chocolate,
While certainly a tasty treat,
Is no Shakespearean Sonnet
That makes romance complete.

HE:
Oh what a challenge
You are to me dear,
What would he say
If Shakespeare were here?

He’d compare your beauty
To that of a rose,
From the top of your head
To the tip of your toes.

Yet none of his words
Could do justice to you,
Or speak of romance
The way that I do.

She
Shakespeare would say:
“A rose by any other name
Would smell just as sweet”
Beauty alone set no one aflame.

Romantic visions of a roaring fire
On a cold winter’s night
Leave’s no burning desire
Only cold ashes in the early light.

Now where does that leave us?
Me, hopeless at romance,
And you a hopeless romantic
Hoping for the evening’s last dance.

He:
Yet there’s something about you
I cannot resist,
Like the feeling I had
The first time we kissed.

So it’s true what they say
How opposites attract,
Romantic or not
We know it’s a fact.

Love doesn’t have to be
Flashy or frantic,
We just may discover
An accidental romantic



Fiona Hymn / Jim Jordan


'This poem was co/written with Fiona Hymn as a dialogue between a man and woman, the man being the romantic one and the woman thinking she isn't a romantic. Perhaps there is a little romantic in all of us afterall. Be sure to visit Fiona's poetry as well. Thank you Fiona (Gail) for writing with me. Jim ~'

Jim Jordan