Someone told me it had died
That romance lived no more
The tears rolled down my grieving face
As I ran through their door

I looked for it on a garden path
With flowers fresh and sweet
And in a horse-drawn carriage
Strolling slowly down the street

I looked for it in a mountain lodge
Amidst snowy mounds of white
And on a beach at midnight
Painted with a full moon's light

It wasn't in a cable car
In the city by the bay
Nor was it at Niagara Falls
Where lovers like to play

I looked for in it Paris
In New York and then in Rome
I looked for it in Bermuda
Before I sadly headed home

I turned on the light and went inside
To find a sweet surprise
Romance was indeed alive
And living in your eyes

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