Right now I feel as sophisticated as a prince, twirling flower petals and reciting love sick phrases and ballads.
I'm someone who is intellectually charmed - I care not for looks but rather the conversations one can have. I fall for the smallest things like the way someone writes stories to makeshift poems and doodles on the corner of a page. I'm very attentive and I notice many small habit which I adore about people; it could be the way someone turns the page of a book to the way the rain bounces gracefully off their hair as they bend to pet a cat on the side walk. I know people who find aesthetic pleasing while I find the words and phrases enticing. And they say romance is dead. Strike me down with a rose though my heart! I am a flirt, true but I flirt with such sophistication.
There are many different types of romance, all of them unique to the mind and wants of their owners. Mine is such a specific yet rare circumstance.
Where do you see yourself in a few years?
I personally view myself as the make sappho, surrounded by books to read and stories to tell but not to forget the poetry that I write from the heart. Sitting by the window in the sunlight, dancing with the curtains, baking sweets or cooking food and painting pictures all day. Welcoming home a tired lover and cuddling together - enjoying each other's warmth in comfortable silence and tell a story or two. I want to make memories and I want someone with the patience to listen to my stories and rambling as they lay their head on my lap and I brush my fingers through their hair, but with also the understanding of what I go through since I have many challenges in my life. I want to listen to them rant about their hardships and day, to feel comfortable to show vulnerability and to met with soft humming as I hold them close, comb their hair with my fingers and trace circles and shapes on their back. If to be graced with such a life, strike a rose through my heart!
If I'm too live then that's what I want, to read and write. To smell the pages of fresh books and old. To paint and dance with curtains in both sunlight and moonlight. To welcome someone home and hold their tired body in mine and soothe them, cook them food and sweets and listen to them rant about their day and rub circles on their back, trace shapes and kiss their cheek and braid their hair.
Falling for a pretty face? Cringe
Falling for a pretty mind? Pog!
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The woes of a Modern Day Sappho
SpiritualWoes from thou, a book about yours truly and the documents of life's ups and down: the experience from someone broken and lost with a memory to assist. I suffer from many hardships: mental, physical and emotional. I have poor health and many mental...
