The nature of romance

The nature of romance

It´s no rock! Fine eyes you are to read me
But it´s water! To touch with fine fingers
It´s no cocoon or simple shell! It´s the butterfly
So spread your arms and symbolize it

It´s no boat! Your branded oars may row
But a cherry bridge! Off which many bold souls dive
Into it´s river that´s waters are sweet
Though lack any kind of assurance you seek!