There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.
Art by Emilia Wilk
There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.
Art by Emilia Wilk
There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.
Art by Emilia Wilk
There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays anew.
Art (I believe to be) by Emilia Wilk
There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote it a while ago, but sometimes the music plays.
Art (I believe to be) by Emilia Wilk
There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but sometimes the music plays.
Art (I believe to be) by Emilia Wilk
There is music
between them
a cadence
a pulse
a rhythm
that resonates
across the miles
across the borders
across the mountains
across the seas.
A harmony of longing
a concert of desire
a symphony of need.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art (I believe to be) by Emilia Wilk
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
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