The hopeless romantic

I write excellent romance poetry
And women all love me for doing it
On moonlit nights, I got outside and sit
And count all the stars that shine before me
I’m not afraid to have my heart laid bare
I’ll do anything to make our love gleam
I’ll take you to town and buy you ice-cream
And then some chocolates for us to share
You name it and I will do anything
Picnic in the park, buying you roses
Even holding hands or rubbing noses
But it all doesn’t change a single thing

I do all the things that make people sick
All because I’m a hopeless romantic


3rd September 2004