He was once a handsome fellow
filled with dreams and hope
now his eyes are hollow
struggling so hard to cope

Did you know he was once married
and held a good position?
but then he turned worried
calling life an illusion

Somewhere along the way
something went terribly wrong
his mind began to stray
wondering where he belonged

No one knows why life turned bad
and perhaps no one can be blamed
But it was just so sad
His body was never claimed

A romance to bloom forever
a love to last a lifetime
hand in hand together
towards heaven we climb

In the wake of bad statics
we fight against tough odds
dedicated and optimistic
evoking the sayings of Gods

If only we could remain
idealistic, ambitious and pure
carefully evading the pain
forever romantic and demure

Perhaps then we could avoid
the fate of other mortals
a love and romance destroyed
a dream turned into morsels?

But how to expect good intentions
to protect us for a lifetime
or expect willpower and attention
to secure the romance of our prime?