Amy Romine

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About Me

As a wife, mother of three, full time employee and aspiring novelist I have little time to do anything not focused. I enjoy anything romance but I prefer it to have an element of suspense. In addition to original fiction I write Fanfiction to flex my creative muscles and write myself out of blocks. I have written for Law and Order SVU, Star Trek Enterprise, and The West Wing. Dead Air is my first complete original fiction novel, I am currently hard at work on my second and rewriting a third. I am open to all comments good and bad. My writing is far from perfect but I hope at the very least you find it engaging and entertaining.


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Posted 15 Years Ago


Absolutely beautiful!

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Posted 15 Years Ago


A Song Of Life
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my heart and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather—
They are nothing to bear.

In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?),
I can laugh at the world and its sages—
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.

I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are you troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife—
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.

Come out of the world—come above it—
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises—
But only the perfume of flowers—
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.