Category: Romance

To a meaning glance
Add one small smile,
A touch of hands,
A pinch of guile,
One tender kiss–
And bake or fry it,
Believe me, sis,
I’m tempted by it!

by Ray Romine Monday, August 20, 1951

New paths which through wild jungles start,
In a year may not be tellable;
But a trail emblazoned on a heart
May prove to be indelible.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 27, 1951

Give me a night near the end of June,
With a beautiful girl and a big round moon;
I’d lose all the cares of this work and strife
On a south seas isle for the rest of life.

But there’s no use longing for all those things–
I suppose they’re reserved for queens and Kings.
So back now I go to my meat and cheese–
Is there romantic thought, now, in either of these?

by Ray Romine Monday, November 20, 1933

I had a talk the other night
With you. For years, I’d known
You. Still, I never saw the light
Or into what a woman you had grown
Until the other night.

Oh–it was just a friendly talk
We had. Like man to man
It was. Two minds that chose to walk
Along a shady path for two. I can
But court another talk!

Your parting words my wits repeat:
“Thanks very, very much”,
You said. For what? For this rare treat?
Oh no, thank YOU. But this small final touch
But made it all complete.

Just friends, of course, but tell me why
Your voice I hear–your face
I see;–why you have lived in my
Own dreams and thoughts; _or every place
Where beauty lies–O why?

by Ray Romine Saturday, December 11, 1943

I held you in my arms tonight:
Doors were opened–bells did ring;
You debated, poised for flight,
And trembled like an angel’s wing.

Time may fleet or take it slow–
It matters less than aught to me;
Material things may come and go–
Let them!–I’ve a memory!

(Only that–and there it ends
Until rehearsal Saturday:
I am married–she’s a friend’s
Girl-friend. The scene–the Christmas Play!)

P.S.
What goes on when up’s the curtain
Ain’t for me, and that is certain!

by Ray Romine Saturday, November 25, 1944