I just got done watching Before Sunset. The movie lacks the beautiful scenery found in Before Sunrise, but what a great movie. It really moves me. A lot like Before Sunrise did in my poem.

I'm such a romantic.

I sit here dreaming of those who got away. The ones I loved. I realize how unimportant... trivial some things were and wonder what the Hell was I thinking?

Love. It's fleeting.

Am I doomed to follow the sunset steps of misappropriated love?

Now I sit here with a cat in my lap. My only love. Or one of them. My children. Those that I wish I had. They're furrier than I hoped, but I guess this was better.

Except...

I want to travel the world. And I worry that they won't want to.

What I really want is someone to share in the adventure.
But I want to be happy in doing so. An adventurous spirit.
Heart-felt and holy in her desire to live.
Young in heart, but not bound by the trivial confines of reckless youth.

And I want to love and be loved.
That's the trick too.
Too often the overwhelming emotion eludes me.
I trickle into a torrent of unsatisfied menagerie.
Disheartened by my inability to recognize truth
In my own beating heart.

The road goes ever on
But seems to far to begin the trip.
Much easier is it to hide in my flat
And flatten my dreams.

But THIS romantic love
That haunts my light heart
And makes me quiver with delight
As I gaze into the blackened box
That holds ALL my dreams...
  Or does it?

Maybe the adventure is JUST beginning
Maybe the song has JUST begun
Maybe the smile that JUST was hidden
Will awaken tomorrow with adventures unsung.