Hey, don't blame me, Adam and Eve started romance in the garden, so need I beg your pardon?

If I were to say that I do not love romance, I would be lying. So there is no use trying. I'm a man just like any other man, romance is a part of my plan. If it wasn't in my plans each and everyday, I would not be here to say or either write this way. I love Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, seems Romeo had no regret. Regret or not, romance is steaming hot. All down through the ages, you'll find romance on the history pages. I may not make a history page, but I release my love word from its cage, let it fly from what is sage. Whether I go to heaven or hell, thanks Belle.

You can hold me liable, romance is even in the holy bible. Love and romance were a part of God's plan, it is one of his great gifts to man. So here I stand, my time sifting away like the hour glass sand. I beg no ones pardon, Adam and Eve started romance in the garden. What God has given in gift, lest no man shift. Sooner or later my time will end in this world of meat. One day every man will loseth his seat. On this cold hard rock floating in space, I do loveth this place. I havest a romantic smile up my face, and of course love in my heart, can't leave out the most important part. 

Smacketh on the azz bought to birth, for what it's worth, I becamest a product of this earth. Whast the difference in me and a sack of grain, we both needest the rain. The rain aids growth in all living things, even queens and kings. I grewest unattached, the grain grew planted and patched. Right next to one grain seed, was another one in need. They knew nothing of each other, or that they might have been sister or brother. Romantically speaking of attachment to another, the seeds grewest up together, through all type weather. How romantic,
no wonder men and women will almost swim the great Atlantic. And some mayst go down, almost drown, trying to find that special love, to help exerciseth God's great gift from above.

Sign me up, you hear whast I say! Sign me up.

Hey William get off my back, whast with all this whast, is it a must, ok so I trust. Every thing is ample, Romeo and Juliet wast a great example. On them I wouldst not trample.

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