All my years of writing have consisted of science fiction/fantasy, action/adventure, and the like. I can’t help but think what would transpire if I made an attempt at romance. I believe it would go something like this:
“Darling, how I love you. I’m sure you love me also, just like you said you loved me.
Press your lips against mine and kiss me. Take me in your arms and hold me, hold me, hold me, kiss me again, never let me go!
This is the truest love I’ve ever known. I’ve never known a love that could be so full of love. I love you so much the sea couldn’t hold my love for you. Kiss me again on the other cheek you fool, for I dare not kiss you on the mouth again, hence that would not be proper.
I must leave but I shall return. Until then my love, remember I love you, I love you, oh how I love you so.
As I contemplate these words I have written, I decide it would be best if I discontinue my romance writing and I’m sure you would agree, cause writing this mush, ain’t me!