The Eternal Romantic

When I was young Bloody hot-blooded I fancied there could be An eternal kiss In an endless embrace Then they called me An indefatigable romantic Later when my beard greyed I knew eternal anything can't be Everything that had begun Had to end in vain In vagrant time on endless run Then they called me A sophic akin to Socrates Ah me, they didn't know I remained still a romantic For then I was in love Not with fleshy lips alone But with roaches even I am a romantic Endless that I am Holding everything Kiss, roach, touch and lips Close to my chest In an eternal clasp