It's never quite a romantic as they make it out to be.
These trips to france
spain
or germany.
To the misty mountains of iceland,
the wine toasting grottos of italy.

The romance comes about a half-hour before sun rise.
Catching, counting
and losing count
of the stars you see in her eyes.
The sincere sighs
that come after the heartfelt goodbyes.

Romance is not a place:
It's a person.
And when you find them,
hold them close
and never let go.
Or you'll be destined to dwell on the past
and to dream only of tomorrow.
With a head full of regret
and a heart full of sorrow.

Don't let it happen to you
like it happened to me.
Hold her close, for heaven's sake
Open up
so she can see.

Or lost
you will forever be.