What romance is

To me romance is a dream, Something I feel so extreme To you romance is dead, Like a bullet through the head. The touch of hand to hand This is something that can’t be planned The pain of so much feeling Can there be another meaning The smell of perfume on my lungs The first touch of each others tongues The moment you hear my first lie Is it then you breath out a sigh When we hug and tickle No feeling of it ever being fickle Like a knife through the heart You promised yourself this time you’d be smart Sounds of wedding bells and laughter Then we would live happily ever after The sounds of a tear drop from crying The feeling that your heart is dying To me romance is a dream Something I feel so extreme To you romance is dead Like a bullet through the head