Romance Is Dead

I just can't imagine being emotional

Heaven help the ones who let it climb on top and take control

Where for art thou Romeo

You're such a know it all

Just when shit was getting better romance came and pulled

The plug

How can life go on?

Endlessly accused of being

Hopelessly bemused then a lightness hits the

Gloom and it, shines from where parents say it shouldn't

Late nights under lamp light. Bra straps were always

Good for sport, secrets of course

Back and forth to no-where ride swings and roundabouts

Shapes and faces on the blue wall strange but

True its hard to believe. Long live Valentino hail Casanova

They come to me in quiet moments

Offering classical advice

How can life go on?

Endlessly accused of being

Through these luscious landscapes Sir Real rides again, a cut-throat razor in his right hand, a dozen roses in the other. Breathless

Motivated, the time is right now, it's doubtful that it won't be perfect, could more ever be expected