We are a dying race,
And few will live to face,
The dark days that are to come,
For if romance is to be dead,
Then please, first smash my head,
I wish not to be the last one.

Last one to value a mind,
To see where you fail, and where you shine,
and not just to position for bed,
Oh please before then, please smash my head.

For if i find myself slave to lust,
Without love, romance, i will be worth less than dust,
Reduced down to a mere action, don't let that day come,
Please, PLEASE, don't let me be the last one