Like the waves of the ocean we romanced, we danced.
Til the morning light we kept each other in our sights. We could be no closer, but our time had passed and time to return home.
Romance burned in our hearts and we chased after our dreams. But the world burned like paper in fire. No more time, dance this wild romance.
A world apart we yearned to unite to reignite. But still the world burned and romance smoldered. Time goes and we grow older but our hearts hold, we grow bolder.
When will this world smother its fire when our hearts rage fire.
Embrace this romance and once more we shall dance.
The world won't burn forever, but our hearts surely will. In dreams I hold you tight, I squeeze you with all my might. Your perfect kiss is what I miss, for its all I wish.
A vision of you is forever in my heart since were worlds apart.
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Jack Wayne Arnett
I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.
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