I saw the sign where the bridge runs thin, Paint peeling truth where the doubts begin. Every warning light said “count the cost,” But my feet kept moving before my thoughts. I knew the odds, I knew the deal, Knew romance pads what’s sharp and real. Still I crossed where the night runs wide, ‘Cause nothing starts if you never lie. I felt the sway, I felt it too, The place where knowing gives way to you. Romance isn’t blind—it’s brave, It bets on feeling the math won’t save. I didn’t promise we’d always stand, Just that I’d take your trembling hand. If the truth arrives a little late, It’s ‘cause hope needed time to negotiate. Romance beats reality—admission required, You sign your name where the nerves are wired. Not forever, not guaranteed, Just enough joy to plant the seed. Romance beats reality, till it doesn’t anymore, But nothing opens without that door. If the bridge falls after we cross, I won’t regret the risk or cost. We weren’t wrong—we were alive, That’s how beginnings survive. Romance beats reality, fair and square, We overpredict joy to get us there. If truth corrects us down the line, It doesn’t cancel crossing time. Frankly… You don’t cross because it’s safe. You cross because standing still costs more.
