There is a poem by William Butler Yeats called "When You are
Old and Gray", whose first line I paraphrased here. It's a
beautiful poem, even though I still don't understand the
last verse of it. Anyway, this poem here is the closest
thing to Romantic Dreams that I have - or, at least, that
I'm willing to believe in.

Maybe, when I'm old and grey and full of sleep,
There'll be someone beside me, just as old and gray,
And he'll smile at me, and he'll stay
With me, through troubles high and steep;

And he'll know that I was never beautiful,
Nor very strong, nor very wise,
But he'll know me, and he'll recognize
Who I really am, and he will not be fooled.

And maybe, as we'll lie there, we will laugh
There'll still be a warmth in our hearts,
And we won't be very strong, or very smart,
But we'll be there, and that will be enough.