like searching for springs of water in deserts,
i seek to find that evasive haunting of romance.
time and again,'tis a mirage for all it's worth;
yet this yearning makes all the difference.

in this transcient world, nothing stays;
the tune is 'to-morrow,to-morrow''tis a rat race.
as we fret, so down goes dawn today,
the scent of romance fades, nothing gold can stay.

longing hearts buried under a load of care,
love is all we need amidst such trecherous air.
if i yeild myself to the sacred romance so rare;
will it lead me to nought but what happiness could spare?

you are the torch that kindles this flame,
within my soul, shed in my life transcendence.
youve become my inspiration. and as a wave;
soaring high, this desire, this hope, let it remain.