I've never met you, yet never doubt, dear
I can't forget you, I've thought you out, dear
I know your profile and I know the way you kiss,
Just the thing I miss on a night like this.
If dreams are made of imagination,
I'm not afraid of you, my creation,
Without a blush I give my lips to you to take,
Why should I quake? We're not awake...
Isn't it romantic?
How I know your voice, a dream that can be heard,
Isn't it romantic?
Can I help rejoice at each endearing word?
Brought by a secret charm,
Or by my heart's command--
You'll ride to me in armor,
Just to kiss my hand.
Isn't it romantic?
You will hear my call and bend your royal knee.
Isn't it romantic?
You're so straight and tall and yet a slave to me.
Sweet lover of my fancy,
Will you ever come to life perchance?
Isn't it romance?