I wonder, where have all the True Romantics gone? There are, but few
still flowering; still spinning dreams, still weaving words of love so true.
For, when I read a book, or watch a Movie... perhaps, read a line
or two of poetry, I know that, somewhere in there, I will find
some bitter, shadowy undertone; perhaps, to spice some ailing plot?
True feelings, it may well reflect
but True Romantic?
I think not.

The True Romantic is a gentle soul; a Literary Unicorn,
existing in a Golden Land, from where the sweet, soft dreams are born.
All spun from strands of pure romance; this bright- eyed hope of love, so fair;
no shadows here, to spoil the magic woven from the heart, with care.
The Unicorn is, but a dream in myth, beyond our sight, far lost;
but, lose The True Romantic - lose the dream;
is this, then worth the cost?

Perhaps, it is that we have wandered from the path, in modern days;
perhaps, it is not now correct, politically, to trace the ways
the great Romantics, down the ages weaved their bright and shining dreams;
yet, there was sadness, there was yearning in their works
but, now, it seems
that all emotions, good or bad, must be displayed; the darker side,
the negativity of love; when lost, betrayed,
or just, denied.

So, is this some analysis? A facet of psychology
the author feels a need to show?
For it is not quite poetry,
or writing in the manner of The True Romantic; can't they see
the True Romantic's dream just cannot mix with grim reality?
As different as chalk and cheese; a world apart, a different thing
from the tapestry of dreaming that the True Romantic spins.

It is certain, that this rhyme will ruffle feathers far and wide;
but, the words therein contain the truth - it cannot be denied,
when seeking out the True Romantics world, so many paths unfold;
a promise of this Golden Land; yet seven in ten are dead and cold;
leading nowhere but, to broken hearts; and sweet dreams, cruelly blighted.
The True Romantics work must leave imaginations
quite delighted.

Perhaps the authors of today, beset by cultural platitudes;
the realists, the avant-garde; the modernistic attitudes,
have somehow, lost their bright-eyed innocence;
the touchstone of Romance;
if, this is so; then sad to say; they really do not stand a chance
of ever really dreaming Golden dreams, as True Romantics do;
Will the tiny flame still flicker in the dark?
I do hope so.