Isn’t it romantic?
Don’t you get estatic?
Flowers, pens, a diadem in candlelight
Give way to unlimited fantasies.
I keep chasing glory in new galaxies,
Every shadow becomes a heroic knight.

Isn’t it romantic?
Have you seen the world prismatic?
Pictures are painted by the rain,
Soaked through you declare your euphoria,
Hypnoticed by the growth of wisteria.
Free, may imagination reign.