Romance and desire, such a thin line
Falls between right and wrong
No fence sitters here, either is the call
With penalties built in to both.
Romance price; a life, most likely your own
With all you have given it
Forever you carry a piece in your heart
Never shed, can you be, of its grip.
Desire is more; you choose who you kill
Who will suffer from false hopes and whims
Who will make the mistake of false hung romance
And invest more than they want to give.
Desire is a shell, false throughout
An empty satisfaction at best
While romance can hold and comfort
And be the companion through this earthly life.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Kate Uraneck
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