The 'What Is Romance' Sonnet Poem by Red Talgarth

Not Hallmark cards with someone else's lines
But a poem in your own words and rhymes
Not teddies wrapped in the tissues of a lie
But things that show you care and try
Not a stale menu on the fourteenth of Feb
But a real feeling of flow and ebb
Not dying roses bought drunk in a bar
But meaningful words wrote from afar
Quiet whispered words, meaningless and light
A simple message, sent late in the night
Careless kisses under the bright world's glare
Many fast glances or one drawn out stare
But more than all this it is when you find
The silent meeting of one true mind.