Forever A Romantic - Forever Looking Up

Romance is not materialistic, nor is it an act. It is the mind set, the emotion, and the capability of viewing life in it's simplest and most beautiful state.

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Fallen Humanity

I've sat alone in this big empty house

I've cried in my luxury car

I've had a well saved up bank account

But there were also times I never felt so broke before.

It's not about closing the door

When someone isn't as fortunate as you

It's about pulling up a chair and saying

If I'm eating then you're eating too.

We get this rat race mentality

Like we need to be bigger faster and stronger

And heaven forbid if anyone's asks how we got there

No we'd rather hold out & make their success take longer.

We're not "giving away secrets"

We're helping society to expand

I don't know when kindness became weakness

I don't know when man stopped helping man.

And I mean really helping,

Without anything expected in return

Why dont we do things for one another

Unless there's something in it to be earned?

How about a sense of pride for teaching?

A full heart for making someone's day?

Why is it every man for himself?

Instead of what can I add to your skill set or trade?

Times are tough man I get it

But remember that giving doesn't have to be something you can hold

Kind words and advice go a long way

An open mind and a shoulder that's not cold.

Good character reaps richness

Good karma offers reward

But even if people don't treat you like you treat them

It's really not your soul that's suffering the most.

We're not all cut from the same cloth

We're not all created from the same mold

But if we can pick up someone else's pieces

Why wouldn't we want to lighten their load?

Survival of the fittest?

How about all for 1 and 1 for all?

At the end of the day we're all human

So why has our humanity taken such a fall?

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When you sit & really speak to me

I remember exactly how I fell in love

A beautifully dangerous melody

That fluently rolls right off the tip of your tongue;

It captures my soul like a siren's song

Carrying a freedom of captivity that eternally flys on

Like a bird my lulled heart sours

Through the ins & outs of you

Wing span ready, mind steady

Gliding effortlessly along.

It's that serenity that grabbed me

It's who you are that's allowed me to hold on

A free spirit, a hopeless realest;

So vulnerable yet so strong.

You are magic

I'll always believe it

Not like abracadabra

But like, oh my heart;

You are greater than this earth

You are my very own shooting star.

You spark my very being

Even when being seems so mundane

I wished for depth & light & love

I dreamed & believed & finally you came.

You offer a realistic kind of comfort

Not empty word and heartless acts

You offer truth & wisdom

You embody how self love lasts.

I could listen to you speak forever

Even about something I know nothing about

Because as long as it comes from inside your heart

I know there's more of you to figure out.

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@foreveraromantic Her words are the adhesive that mends his broken heart

The Prosen One

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@foreveraromantic 💜

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@foreveraromantic Her words are the adhesive that mends his broken heart

The Prosen One

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Before her… He was a Black hole Now… He was a Starry scene.

The Prosen One

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Nuff Said!!

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Her hair was as black as night but her soul was as bright as the moon. Her face was the epitome of serene. Just looking at her made me want to indulge in her more. I don’t know about Merriam or Webster, but to me… she was the very definition of perfection.

The Prosen One

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He's perfect 💙

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@theprosenone

He’s a man of many faces But never two faced He’s got a mind that travels a million places But he’s been stuck in one place He’s got a way about him That’s so unique it’s hard to trace But he’s outlined perfectly with precision and grace. A seeker of passions A speaker of truths A believer of higher self A delicate heart embedded deep in his roots. A patient teacher A spiritual being A soulful artist with the deepest eyes I’ve ever seen. His demeanor strikes you hard It’s kindness meets fire. I was left breathless from the magnitude of Inspiration meets desire. A little bit of sun and moon A touch of time & space A small piece of the universe A huge piece of my fate

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@foreveraromantic When she walks in the room My heart can’t take it It nearly explodes When we’re mentally naked The sound of her voice Vibrates to ovations I couldn’t believe She was mine for the taking She’s out of this world Not bound by station’s Her eyes are like stars That rival constellations That’s exactly what I get Constant elation Her heart is a prize Everything else consolation Her positive vibes Gimee constant sedation Whatever she prescribes I’ll be the model patient

The Prosen One

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Her mind is a mystery Her love is a fantasy And her heart is an adventure… The Prosen One

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Soul Fire

He walked down the sidewalk from the garage carrying a gray plastic tote filled with cut up wood that he spent the last several hours sawing down to size to use for the fire they were going to sit by later. She couldn't help but to just watch and be taken back by all that he was. She never asked him to do things around the house and around the yard like cutting up fire wood or doing the dishes and while I'm sure some people are thinking "well, you shouldn't have to." we all know that what's fair and what's reality don't always match up and sometimes that's just the way it goes. Of course when you enter into a relationship you hope to not just find a romantic partner but someone who will be your partner in life, and for the first time in 28 years she had that. Not because she complained and yelled until things got done, but because that's just who he was. He was thoughtful and considerate. He could look around and see what needed to be done and take action. He was patient and kind. He took to the children and the dozen or so children that came for daycare every week like he was there to make them feel comfortable and loved, and the strength behind his vulnerability was so well balanced it was admirable. He wrote and spoke with a certain depth and detail that made you wanna dig through his soul yet he gave you the impression that he would fight for what was his if he had to. He was smart, filled with way more knowledge than most and he was kind of funny too. He went around daily cracking corny jokes and spouting clever, spur of the moment word play and no matter how ridiculous he always made her laugh. He was this well rounded, well crafted being with the heart of a spirited child and the mind of a wise man. He wasn't perfect but I'll tell you what, he was pretty damn close. Together they sat by the fire watching the flames surround the wood right below the smoke that danced in circles and wisped into the air. The hot coals that were left in the ashes twinkled red and orange as if they were turning on and off specifically to draw them in. She looked away for a moment to catch a glimpse of the man next to her, and as he turned his head her my direction she watched the glow in his eyes. A glow that spoke in silence of his equal appreciation & love for her followed by the actual words. He'd always been better at vocalizing his feelings while her silence and physical actions did most of the talking, but she loved that about it him. He was a lot of things she wasn't while matching just enough of the things she was. He thought of himself as this cold, dark presence not realizing that he warmed her heart and set her soul on fire. And as if to physically represent that fact, she watched the orange flames from the fire dance in his frames just as everything else went out of focus. She reached her arm out to touch him still half in a trance, and together they drifted into a world of hypnotizing heat. God how amazing and emotionally freeing it was to day dream of things that were actually happening. To sit next to a man that shared her vision and to have her soul feel like it was finally home. Proseidon once said " True love is freedom in it's final form." and he proved that to be true day in and day out. He always held her close so that she felt safe & protected, but he made sure to allow her enough room to spread her wings and fly.

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@theprosenone For most of their lives they traveled rocky roads wondering if they even belonged on this earth They wrote of realities and hopeful parallels Thinking there's gotta be a deeper meaning to this search. Looking down & wondering aimlessly through mindless ripples of time So used to routine & shallow energy they didn't expect to come crashing into whY Literally and figuratively suddenly everything made sense He'd written about her forever She'd been dreaming of him in depth. Her soul, she saw it in his eyes His heart, he felt it through her words His destiny was never about just him The future, no it was not just hers. For the rest of their lives they'd still travel rocky roads Now knowing for certain they were placed here for a reason Together they'd write of realities and hopeful futures Walking hand in hand through every season.

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I Could Never..

I could never hurt you intentionally I could never harm your soul I would put a knife in my own back before I ever let you feel betrayal If you need something, just ask. If you have a concern, I'm all ears. I could never dismiss your needs, I could never ignite your tears. Your heart it's like mine, they beat to the same rhythm For if you were to feel the slightest break I would feel the impact in unison. I watch, I observe, I pay attention to what makes you tick but even if I didn't understand something another side I'd never pick. You are my soulmate, my teammate my priority, my muse. I'm fiercely protective of your soul your trust & faith in me I'd never abuse.

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She was a beautiful flower. Those who fall in love with her petals are disappointed when they leave for Autumn. But I stay and play in her soiul, Because I fell in love with her roots.

The Prosen One

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This man 💜

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@foreveraromantic You make everything softer for me… My heart My mind My soul My lips My touch My voice My very being is better because of you.

The Prosen One

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This is love. Delicately respectful soul deep love. 💞

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Contradiction

Soft hearted hard worker I love how untraditional you are. Well grounded free spirit You've completely captured my heart. Realistic dreamer Always searching for more. Simplistic deep thinker Your mind, a whirlwind to explore. You're chaotically thorough, You take the world by surprise. Such a colorfully dark soul, Outsiders couldn't guess what's inside. A walking contradiction I love the man that you aren't, I may have found you here on Earth But this was written in the stars.