What is romance, if not with love-struck glance?
Just a passing fancy upon winsome chance?
I pray I never follow this fleeting philosophy
For devotion motivates the heartbeat inside of me
I save a dance for the hand of the man I love
Hoping he will accept without push or shove
For reciprocal affection is necessary
And I twirl for only him as his emissary
What is romance, if not for lifetime quest?
A loving thought translates as action's best
It's a race for that place of eternal fluttering
Where a kinetic kiss shows magic's uttering
Sweep me up in a fantasy, fulfilling forever
Demonstrate to me how love's convincingly clever
I shall stand, holding his hand, in every circumstance
Help me understand, with plans, what is romance?