Another crying pathetic lump
What's going wrong, why does it end
When will another come round the bend
To break my heart, split it in two
I know they will, just like you
Day by day, it passes by
Those men cheat, those girls cry
The girls they love, the boys they lie
This is how romance do die
No more courting, no more flowers
No more whispering sweet sonnets for hours
Times or Shakespeare long since dead
Times of love letters laid in an earthy bed
Times of old, times of trust
Things like this have gone to rust
Day by day, it passes by
Those men cheat, those girls cry
The girls they love, the boys they lie
This is how romance do die
Knights in armour break beauty's sleep
Love of old, true and deep
Boys bowing low, in their place
The past ages, a truly better race
Sending poems, writing pages
Who really wants the modern ages
Day by day, it passes by
Those men cheat, those girls cry
The girls they love, the boys they lie
This is how romance do die
Who'd rather e-mail than love letter
Texting? Sonnet is much better
Modern days, losing sight
Of what in love and life is right
Surely if romance is to live
A bit more effort we need to give
Don't let love become a bore
The human race can do much more
Show the person you really care
Not all in love and war is fair