The First Song

Oh romance, such a baffling word,
Yet it still dictates most lovers’ mind,
Little things that may seem tad absurd,
To some, it is the road to the pined.

A written letter, a pretty rose,
May in fact impress or may impair.
A timely shoulder, a well said prose,
Discerns the delight from the despair.

A subtle touch, a gentle kiss,
A tender flair or an awkward scare?
However much we choose to persist,
Discerns the delight from the despair.

So do tell me, wondrous beauty,
What must I do to win your heart?
What‘s too squirmy, what’s too hasty?
What brings closer, what pulls apart?

I should have asked these questions,
I could have had some breakthroughs,
As our future love beckons,
Will my first song to you do?