Heroines and Hot Guys

Tales of romance tantalize and titillate me. It has always been thus. My teenage years were spent with Jane Eyre, and Scarlett O’Hara, Angelique, and Ginny Brandon, and a plethora of other heroines that always got the hot guy.

And oh! Were the guys H-O-T HOT! Steve Morgan was, without question, the first true love of my life. Oh my god! How could anyone read Sweet, Savage Love and not imagine herself in his arms? I still can…

The point is: I love romance novels! The whole idea of hot, irresistible guys sweeping sweet, unsuspecting heroines off their feet makes me smile. I like the plot so much, I did it twice in one book.

Awake For Ever in a
Sweet Unrest

*Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.

~John Keats

This is the poem the book title comes from.  Poems can be interpreted many ways. This speaks to me of a wandering lover who wishes to be faithful “…would I were steadfast as thou art!”

“Awake for ever in a sweet unrest…” is such a captivating phrase. It sounds like love, don’t you think? I omitted “for ever” because, as in the poem, the lovers in the book may wish to be steadfast, but fall short of that goal.

*This poem is in the public domain.