The Last Romantic
His sentiment rides him like the wind
of blown opportunities, sometimes
very unforgiving
Shrugged love affairs and conversations
that made for nothing more than pleasantries
and disconnected relationships
His heart was different, maybe boring
for romance died long ago
The age of wining and dining and picking
up a bouquet for her went the way of the dinosaur
But fossil is he and stays die hard romantic
His heart knows no other way, chivalry embedded
into this Knight of old in search of her
His quest ended at the gates of rejection
before even saddling his steed
of the Carousel kind
Laughing at himself he realizes there's no
longer need for romance, it left the building
with Elvis and Cyrano De Bergerac
He was in good company, he was,
The Last Romantic
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