Romance feminine, masculine or both?

I found this online and I believe some to be quite untrue:

Although it's not so much a definition, as it is no more precise than the word "romance" itself, one way to describe romance succinctly is "what women want out of a relationship." In other words, men aren't romantic, and if you're a man, that's why you need this guide. If you're a woman, of course, you were born with an innate knowledge of this stuff and need not read further.

This is someone's view from a website that is trying to teach men how to be romantic...it went on to tell them the rules of being romantic and all the dos and dont's. It was the usual advice. "Get them cute stuff such as teddy bairs and frilly things." It seems that being romantic in this time and age is just as superficial as Chirstmas. What is with this? Romance is a natural thing for women, and men have to learn it? I dont think that at all. If you're romantic you're a romantic girl or guy and not every women is romantic. It seems as time has gone on romance is viewed as fully feminine thing. In the past it seemed to be more of a even ballance between men and women. I've heard in the midevil ages the men where very excited about romance and being romantic just as women where and no one was judging them for it. Nowadays it must be hard to be a romantic male and not get hell from all of your male friends. What do you all think? Do you think romance is just for girls and guys are just trying to learn it to put us under there spell? I know someone who thinks that romance is just munipulation. I think it's living life with an imagination and making the ordinary just a little more beautiful with one's mind.

Tell me what you think!!

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A french women married a dead man

France has a reputation of having the most romantic city in the world Paris. It seems they even keep laws that honor the ties of love after death.

A friend told me about this and I found this article I wanted to share...

"A French woman whose fiance asked her to marry him two days before he was killed in a car crash has been granted a posthumous white wedding in their village.

Magali Jaskiewicz, who has been grieving for her partner since his death a year ago, became his legal widow in a ceremony held with family and friends.

The 26-year-old, who had lived with Jonathan George for six years and had two children with him, stood beside a portrait of her late partner as the marriage rites were read in Dommary-Baroncourt in the east of France.

Under French law posthumous marriages are possible as long as evidence exists that the deceased person had the intention while alive of wedding their partner. According to Christophe Caput, the mayor who married Jaskiewicz, her request was "rock solid".

The couple had come to the town hall on 25 November last year asking to be married in January, he said. But two days later the 25-year-old groom-to-be was killed in a road accident.

"The bride had even bought her wedding dress," added Caput.

Wearing that same dress, Jaskiewicz married the father of her two daughters on Saturday. "I'm not really in the mood to celebrate," she told journalists. "We're going to drink a cup of coffee and I will thank those who have supported me."

Caput, visibly moved by the ceremony, said that the young bride had "become a widow at her wedding". Jaskiewicz, who will now take the name of her late husband, wears his ring around her neck.

Government figures show that posthumous weddings, although unusual, are not as rare as might be expected. Dozens are said to take place in France each year."

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A romantic song for a rainy day

George Harrison seemed to be a romantic man to me and this song surely is and with quit a cute video. It seems like the Beatles unlike lots of other bands liked to show to the public how in love they where with there sweet hearts.

enjoy!



love.
Rose

Suzi Quatro

A rocking love song.

Unknown

I found this on my computer and I have no idea who wrote it but I really do enjoy it. Maybe one day someone will let me know who wrote it into my doctuments.



Slicing glass as strangers pass the same lines cutting dimes.
Wanna have a picinic? I’m feeling panicky…
You can bring your cloth and I can bring my china.

Do you think you would let me die your lips the color of mine?
We could rub flesh till our death a simple attempt at staying together.
Would you rather have my corps covers with lilies, gardenias, or honey suckle?

Would you buckle for a whore who hasn’t been lead before?
This one girl always called her self a virgin prostitute
She found herself destitute….

No really can I hold your hand and save you in my mind as my man.
Rings of full springs and draining falls, am I always your baby doll?

We toil away on a lovely day only seeing the world through the holes in our granny’s lace doilies.

To romance

You soft blade of joy how I love the way you carve my heart into a ever opening flower.

How I love the way you paint color into a world of grey.

You are the rope that keeps pulling me further down the path of life.

You are the soft vale that sooths the very heart ach you create.

You are what makes life seem like a dream.

You are my ambition, my advencher, my teacher, my lesion to be learned over and over again.

I look for you in others and find you always in myself.

The sentamentality of romantics

A few years ago I went to my favorite art show I have ever been to, the artist was Dario Robleto. His art has to do with making new things out of old artifacts. He would take old love letters from the civil war or his third grade class and grind them into a powder and fill old aspirin pills with the powder and place them into a 1920s or 30s jar. He also took old voice recordings and stretched them into thirds that looked like hair and braided them into a long braid. He also used powdered herbs, bones and so much more to make potions and boots and dresses and all kinds of things. His show definitely had the atmosphere of a romantic. Most romantics seem to have a strong sense of sentimentality and attachment to old objects. Taking old objects and re-emphasizing the emotions of it in a new form that more easily touches our hearts is a powerful message to experience.

A month later in the middle of my reading of Casanovas memoirs I came across a passage that reminded me of Dario Robletos show. In Casanovas passage he has a very strong attatchment to the object he has obtained to make things to remember his beloved by. Casanovas memoirs have a rich abundance of romantic writings and I am very sure I will be using a bunch of them in this blog seeing as he is my favorite romantic I have come across. I hope you enjoy the intensity of his feelings.
"Rich in the possession of her hair, I consulted the spirit of my love to decide what to do with it. To make up for the fault she had committed by depriving me of the snippets I had picked up, she had given me hair enough to make a braid. It was an ell and a half long. After conceiving my plan, I went to the shop of a Jewish confectioner whose daughter did embroidery. I instructed her to embroider the four initial letters of our names in hair on a green satin armband, and I used all the rest to make a long braid in the form of a very thin cord. At on end there was a black ribbon and as the ribbon at the other end was sewn on a doubled upon itself, it made a loop which was a real running noose, admirably suited to strangle me if love reduced me to despair. I put this cord on my neck next to the skin, winding it four times around. From a small quantity of the same hair I made a sort of powder by cutting it into very small bits with fine scissors. I had the Jew make a paste of it in my presence with sugar combined with essences of ambergris, angelica, vanilla, alkermes, and styrax. I did not leave until he had my sweetmeats, composed of these ingredients, ready to deliver to me. I had others made of the same shape and materials except that they contained no hair. I put the ones with hair in a beautiful rock crystal box and the others in a box of light tortoise shell."-Casanova the history of my life

love,

rose

Romantic photos-color

Romance is a loves dream.

Romance is a hearts dream.

Romance is a dream of many things.

Something closer then Sunshine and harder to hold then the ever changing moon.

Romance is something never fully seen, something always taunting, beckoning but never fully shared.

It strokes our skin and lets us stroke it back but never lays still for us to grasp.

Romance is love for a horrid thing.

Romance is a safety line you cling to as you walk through hell.

Romance is what keeps us going, its the magic in a scientific world.

Romance keeps our bodys alive in ever dying corpse.

Romance is what makes love stay.

love,

rose

Romantic photos

Here is a small colection of black and white photos that I find for one resone or another to have some romantic feeling to them.

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Kahlil Gibran on Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden. 

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. 

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. 

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love. 

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. 

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Day of Hearts

 Valintines day....hmm its a hard day for romantics and non romantics. Most people I know think of it as cheesy and I guess I ushaly do too. Tonight however I have realized that I do not think it is cheesy to have a Holiday in honnor of love and romance, in fact I think its probly one of the only holidays that celebrates something I think is importent. I just dont care for how corny the holiday has become and consumer driven. I hope if you choose to celebrate you found a more personal way to do so then a Hallmark card. 

 On another note Valintines day always reminds me of my mother every year at breakfest she would have lace dollys and a hand made cards or books for me and my brothers she always refeers to the day as The Day of Hearts (witch I love!). Anyway thanks mom for keeping my day of hearts a speachial one all these years.

 Here are some sweet vintage cards:

Love 

Rose

Stars in our eyes

 Romance.

 What is romance? It is so many things I cant even imegion all of what it could be. I can not fathum the bonderies, it has or the lack of bonderies it has.

 The Study of Romance.

 Is my attemped as a romantic to study the most interesting topic to me and try to find my own diffenition of it.

 This Blog.

 I have felt a sarrow for some time now that our morden world views romantics and romance as a "silly" or "stupid" thing. I want to revolutionise this. I hope that some day not to far away to be a romantic is celabrated and not morned! 

 I hope others will join me on this blog and post their own entrys about what they think romance to be and there own defaniton of it.

 I will be exsploring this topic in many ways through History, Paintings, Photagraphy, Poems, Writings, Art, Philosaphy, Films, Life, music and so much more.

 I hope you will take up this journy with me!

 

Love,

rose