Romance me like I'm your final love
The one your soul have traveled all its life for
So take my hands, hold them in yours
Treasure this moment for as long as you live
When daggers becomes words, bitter ones become shivs
Love can be stolen,persuaded, overused or faded
But to think for a moment it can't leaves you jaded
Wish men chase the infinite dreams of what fate may seem
Wars have been fought, Lands burned down for what it seems
