I’m an old-school type of lover.
A girl who prefers being chased and tried
Rather than pursuing you myself…
I want the romance where we catch each other’s curious glances,
Across the room your eyes peeking over the edge of a novel.
My eyes meet yours, and for a second…
We gaze. Into a ceaseless sea of mystery…
A love that in an instant, sparks a flame.
An utmost rarity in any reality;
An idyllic scene of modern Shakespeare,
When once enemies, we are now lovers…
I’m an old-school type of lover,
Whose affections must be earned.
Not merely sought, but chased after!
A love that relentlessly burns…
A love one only finds in books.
A love so scarce and so special.
That’s the love I’ve always wanted;
An old-school type of love…