the unspeakable in search of the inedible

What do you do when the days are done? What do you do when you want to have fun?
How do you tell if your soul-mate exists? How would you know, what if you kissed?

Romance is not dead, not golden either. Sharing life and the riches that time only brings.
What do you do when the days are done? How would you know if you found her?

I seek gently, for fear of rejection. Most are not worthy, not needing inspection.
It's not that I'm better, than you or than you...

I know who I am; I ask... do you?

Life is worth living, or not much at all.
I don't ask for the world, wrapped in a ball.

I just want what others, seem to have and to hold.
Someone who's with me, and not bought or sold.

Holding of hands, in warm summer's night.
what do you do, at the end of the night?

I miss that long lost, seeking but not found.
It's not that complicated, really not that profound.

To have and to hold, from this day forwards.
It's how we were made, instilled in our bones.

Can you but hear me? To echo my plaint.
it's not much I'm askin' dear;

I repeat the refrain

What do you do when the days are done? What do you do when you want to have fun?
How do you tell if your soul-mate exists? How would you know, what if you kissed?