There is a woman.
She walks this earth.
I have not met her, although I once came close. I have barely seen her, though glimpses have thrilled me. I have never spoken to her, although I swear I can hear her sweet accent in my head. And in my dreams.
I do not know her perfume but her scent thrills me. I have not touched her but can almost feel her skin beneath my finger tips. I have not looked into her eyes, but feel light-headed at the thought.
I have not owned her, but the hunger to do so consumes me.
There is a woman.
She walks this earth.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Steve Hanks
This is by no means new. I wrote it at least three years old. It has been plagiarised a number of times, which I am told is a compliment. I like it very much. And one thing I do know for certain – there is a woman who walks the earth….
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
Purpleanais
March 17, 2017 at 11:21 pm
Ah. There is always a woman. A rare, elusive woman. Really liked what you did here.
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Romantic Dominant
March 26, 2017 at 12:40 pm
There is indeed. Smiles. Thank you.
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Heartafire
March 18, 2017 at 11:51 pm
Beautifully wistful Mr. D.
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Romantic Dominant
March 26, 2017 at 12:41 pm
Thank you so much Ms. D
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dievca
March 19, 2017 at 12:19 pm
Could it be me? (I had to~) XO
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Romantic Dominant
March 26, 2017 at 12:41 pm
Smiles.
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riambra
March 20, 2017 at 1:43 pm
When I first found your notebook, I was determined to stay the silent observer, the eyes within the shadow, seeing but never speaking. When this piece came across my sight, it resonated a deep chord within my mind.
A few years ago, I met someone online and we seemed to have a chemistry. Keeping this short, he claimed to love me, and I reciprocated. I have never heard his voice, nor have I seen anything of him other than the few pictures he shared with me, yet I offered him the whole of my heart. He accepted, then walked away, no real word of farewell. He left me to wonder if he had ever really existed, or was he only an illusion created by my thoughts. I will never know.
These words you have written touched me, in that I could almost wish they were his.
Thank you, for this glimpse into what might have been. And now I shall return to my shadows where I am safe.
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Romantic Dominant
March 26, 2017 at 12:44 pm
It is a sad story. I am glad to have touched you in some way, even if with sadness. Smiles.
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riambra
March 27, 2017 at 12:23 pm
That I felt at all is a good thing, perhaps I am not so bereft of my heart after all.
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Romantic Dominant
March 27, 2017 at 4:54 pm
Smiles.
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