In the grand theatre of our romance,
In this courtship of our growing love
—only your parents could judge me.
In the grand theatre of our romance,
When I unveil my authentic essence
—your weeping eyes continue to love me.
In the grand theatre of our romance,
To say you're the woman of my dreams
—there’s no rest to provide you with the
justifications to profess your love for me!
_Love isn’t a romantic movie…_
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
In the grand theatre of our romance,
In this courtship of our growing love
—only your parents could judge me.
In the grand theatre of our romance,
When I unveil my authentic essence
—your weeping eyes continue to love me.
In the grand theatre of our romance,
To say you're the woman of my dreams
—there’s no rest to provide you with the
justifications to profess your love for me!
_Love isn’t a romantic movie…_
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