Amidst the misty fog,
Heartbeats pounding like a log.
The embrace, the love, so pure,
Romanticism, of that I’m sure.
Nature’s beauty, a sight to behold,
Passion and warmth, that never grows old.
In the darkness, the stars twinkle bright,
An ode to a love story, a magical sight.
Eyes meet, and the world stops,
Romanticism, never to be chopped.
A feeling, a moment, forever cherished,
A lasting impact, that will never perish.