Radio romance ridicules soul,
soldiers beat is the only motion I know.
The power of pride I will always show,
never shall I hide the glorious glow.
Radio romance advances swiftly,
razor eyes rumble the ground before thee,
trembling knees gain strength and rigidity,
supporting the weight of all that is me.
Radio romance spits fulsome flattery,
sadly believed are these words entrusted through doubt.
Loves lies swipe neat,
about face choked cries.
Radio romance takes a seat, beat
True Romance Does Not Involve Your Pants
By Rick Rucker
True Romance can be shared on the dance floor,
Moving to music, nothing more,
Making Love, and sex are great,
But not all that you should share with your mate,
Every time I see My Love,
I hear trumpets, from Above,
Her face is like a work of art,
I cherish the memory when we’re apart,
Sometimes, I squeeze her far too tight,
I think it might be from fright,
That this is all a dream,
If I awaken, without Her, I would scream!
To think that I have found this Love, so late in Life,
That she would love me, consent to be my Wife,
We will marry, and right then,
I will be the Luckiest of Men!
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