I love the way the white roses dance to the wind,
And my forest dress takes me to a mystical scene,

I love how the water fountain filled with coins,
And the rain kiss the soil,

Oh I just love the smell of the spring,
And the fun of summer fling,

I love the happy ending in movies,
And the romance that makes my cheeks rosy,

I love Romeo and Juliet,
Only if love isn't dead,

But now that I saw you,

Would the thorns on white roses make me bleed?

And the drop of my blood turns them red?

Would the mystical scene I was brought in tear my forest dress?

And spiritual forces curse my name as I pursue yours?

Would the wish thrown into the fountain rust and lose its shine?

Would the rain never come again and the soil crust and break?

Would the spring smell like frost and the summer becomes the new winter?

Would happy endings in movies only ever happen at the start of us?

And what if it's true? That real-life romance only makes cheeks wet?

I love Romeo and Juliet,
Only if love is true.

© Thalia Noya