Ask us for more

Hopeless Romantics, charge these here glasses.
Are you the one to ask us for more?
But all of these antics, don't cover the damage
Of hearts too saddened to ever be healed.

They dance like diamonds, seen glistening on highlands,
Knowing there's no need to ask us for more.
Yes their grip tightens on our heroes so frightened
Of cherubic faces and rose petal skin.

The final combatants, bruised broken and shattered,
Know that no one will ask us for more.
So the last bastions, don't seek companions
Fulfilling a charge to not crumble nor fall.