She read romance books where romance took to everyone who said I love you. She read romance books where love was remembered and the truth was over looked. Where the smile of a shy man, confidence of a pilot, structure of an athlete and the street sense of a crack fiend, where assembled in ink by a man a desk who gave that lover the eyes of a pilot. She read romance books, and fell in love with how the writer wish life worked. She read romance books, if she was lucky to the silver screen is where those words took. With cosmetics and plastic, body doubles and smash hits, multiple takes and lighting, twenty million for Knightley. Her eyes told her mind that love existed, her mind said that no one should have to live without this. She read romance books where sexy was the final chapter 386 pages since the eyes of the lovers met, and they waited till they were married and ready to have kids, and the story it happened in the 1700’s. Romance books where effort was the job of men. Romance books where she fell into the arms of him. Romance books that is something that I never read. Romance books, well apparently he did.