As the forest brightens and so begins the day
Does the romance of the previous night stay
And wander through the place
Filling all of the empty space
And for one, that's all he does need
To compose and write songs, that is Seed.
The Lyricist of Romance

For all this romance, he does see
Quiet and Melancohly can be be
For that love that is gone from his life
A girl who could have been his wife.
Sometimes those who know love best
Are those who've loved and lost and felt all the rest
At least, that's for the Lyricist of Romance

Green fur, like the grass
His writings posses some great class
For the subject matter is something he does know
As he writes at the pond in the snow
And that is the only time will he drink the water
And that shows he is slight strange, that is the Lyricist of Romance

His antlers, filled with purple flowers
Matching the colours of gentle love and its powers
A colour that joins two people together
So they can live together forever and ever
Maybe it'll happen for him
One day, love will once again know, the Lyricist of Romance...