My Romance

I won’t kiss your hand, Madam,

Crazy for you though I am.

I’ll never woo you on bended knee,

No Madam, not me.

We don’t need that flowery fuss,

No sir, Madam, not for us

My romance

Doesn’t have to have a moon

In the sky

My romance

Doesn’t need a blue lagoon

Standing by;

No month of May,

No twinkling stars,

No hide away,

No soft guitars.

My romance

Doesn’t need a castle

Rising in Spain,

Nor a dance

To a constantly surprising refrain.

Wide awake

I can make my most fantasizing dreams come true.

My romance doesn’t need a thing but you.