Romance and desire, such a thin line Falls between right and wrong No fence sitters here, either is the call With penalties built in to both.
Romance price; a life, most likely your own With all you have given it Forever you carry a piece in your heart Never shed, can you be, of its grip.
Desire is more; you choose who you **** Who will suffer from false hopes and whims Who will make the mistake of false hung romance And invest more than they want to give.
Desire is a shell, false throughout An empty satisfaction at best While romance can hold and comfort And be the companion through this earthly life.