Room For Romance?

by CWK

Is there room for Romance?

In a crowded pizza parlor –

room for a soft glance?

In a busy book store –

room for a slow dance?

In a dizzy dance hall –

room enough to touch hands?

In a graceless anxious age –

room for a second chance?

There is room! – inches wide but miles deep.

There are walls and they are tall,

but they stand straight and they shan’t fall:
‘tis a playground where we run and laugh and leap,
Herein, there’s no missing; yes, no sinking sands –

every chance touch is a mystery;
every movement is a dance,
and every second sacramental: bless-ed with romance.

Incline your ear and you will hear

romance at every turn and every hint.

There’s poetry in every argument;

a weight of glory in a single tear.

All this! This, true revelation; still, much hidden!

Still, much unsaid, unuttered, unspoken –

for romance is mystical, holy, and Christian.

There is a gold mine, and these but golden tokens.

The surface is placid, when underneath's an ocean.