28 years and 60 odd days
Still no signs of my soulmate
What s taking him so long I wonder
Is he stuck or did he find someone better

Ambitions kept me busy and awake
I forgot to sleep, dream about him and the wedding cake
Now I wonder if those fairy tales were real
Whats her name who he s with now? Gabriele?

Those frogs I met and left made me long more
For the prince who exists or not I am still not sure
Should I retire from the thoughts this ridiculous?
Frogs, prince, kisses and more candy floss

As kitschish as it sounds
The romantic in me still doesnt want to come back to the ground
**** those books my dad read to me as a kid
More harms than good they did

28 years and 60 odd days later
Those books still think they matter
For they stand in my shelf laughing at my hopes
"Catch the right bus this time", the romantic's silliness grows

Romeo might have taken a detour
My heart breaks on this day of a crabby winter
Kiss more frogs i will
She can keep you, that Gabriele
As strangers we ll stay
Those books can pry and pray
I pack those books, the dirt makes me cough
Now tell me my dear books, who is having the last laugh?