Mono Monday . . . Romance

 My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.


Love Minus Zero  Bob Dylan

Bob is always good for a quote when you can't think of a haiku.  I can't report there has been any romance in my life today so I made up this image using earrings that were a romantic gift a few decades ago.  I'm not complaining I know I am loved :-) 
Thank you Marlieske for hosting this month.