WHERE IS THE ROMANCE?
By Leysa Robertson

Where is the romance?
After years of loving, living
Where is the romance, she asks.
As I pick up his socks,
Pull his hair out of the drain
And perform 100 other daily tasks.

Where is the romance?

He doesn’t send me flowers
Or write lovely poems
We don’t go dancing
Or dress for dinner out
I sleep with snoring
Not with romancing

Where is the romance?

In the quiet moments
Before the start of the day
The answer comes to her:
The romance is in the years
He has been beside her
Loving and living together.

There is the romance.

He can finish her sentences
Because he knows her thoughts
His poetry is in his laughter.
They dance daily through life
And he’s still beside her
The morning after.

Yes, there is romance.

There won’t be any novels
Telling their sweet, sweaty tales
Or songs written of their passion.
But she can thank her God
Every day for their enduring love
That will never go out of fashion.

It is true romance.