I asked how you knew you loved me.
You said you would do things irrationally.
You took off in a plane, left all things,
to find me in a state so fleeting.

In passion and intensity, we made love,
defying physical, moral boundaries;
those were memories.
The photographs in my mind, in your keep, are fading.

I love you again and again, you said.
You said that with your heart, now, your head.
I wave at you, a desperate shout,
Can you still feel me?
I am here. I am still a romantic.