ROMANCE
Should I ever fear that romance may die
And find my soul of new found love, bereft
I shall resist as hard as I can try
And erase all thought of what may be left
Romance is not a fantasy, but real
Not the grim and grey days of loneliness
But with certain intent my heart to steal
And changing one’s whole life I must confess
Such emotion I’d welcome anytime
To know that romance is alive and well
As even the silent moments can rhyme
And then to last, as far as I can tell
For romance, all my life I’ve always strived
And yet for me, the time’s not yet arrived