Contrary to popular belief
Nothing romantic is ever hopeless.
Although some things are
So improbable, that they remain dreams.
But, our dreams never die,
They live until we pass.
Until then I will dream,
Of my own private island.
With an oceanfront mansion,
That is filled with love and song.
With white sand beaches,
For midnight strolls, and moonlit kisses.
I'll always be romantic,
But I'll never be hopeless.
How can I be hopeless,
While I still know love.