The Essence of Romance

"Call me lover," said the classified,
"I'm five-foot-six and blue-green eyed
I like fine dining,
Need little refining,
And walks along the oceanside.

"I like faux French wine that bubble,
Half a dozen roses, double,
Pear-scented backrubs,
In heart-shaped bath tubs."
Romance sounds like a lot of trouble.

If the world were up to me,
Romance would be what it used to be,
Brief, Parsimonious,
A pound less balogneous,
And buckets more sincerity.