His days numbered now less than few
His time was once now way past due
For romance died some time ago
Yet still he holds to what got old
A better time, a place where dwelled
What was pure love upon heart spell
That melted soul that fed upon
This feeling grand now all but gone
Roses were red but now more blue
Chocolate kisses and strawberries too
These things back then were the foundations
Of love once felt in heart sensation
Love letters with scent perfumed
Of her given his heart that drew
Upon paper where penned he did
Long lost poems turned man to kid
Weak some say was his downfall
As too is love one use to call
On phone, below her window pane
All this passe, just not the same
Champagne for two and candle light
Empty now bottle as love at first sight
A table now with chair alone
To sit with thoughts both now condoned
The Last Romantic has had his day
Today alone within him stays
To share whats left of better days
That stayed within today though fades
