In the early days love was beautiful
Men of character ruled the day
The heart would melt leaving one dazed
The men though torn between this and that
Found time to keep the sparks alive
Late night walks in the cold streets
The instinct to protect was in every step
The gentleman would ensure you walk on his left side
Sweet scented letters were filled with tenderness
The butterflies felt made one feel alive
The tones captured would leave one drunk for days
madams felt seen, cared for and loved
Through unspoken promises and deliberate actions
At the end of the day, sweet dreams,
accompanied the night like he never left
They truly felt breathless
Now madams want to breath less
To escape the nightmares that cloud their hearts
Time blurs and promises are just words
The hallow ache makes them want to die
For a whole day the text reads “good morning” and “hi”
Nonchallance has turned the sparks to ash
The men though torn between this and that leave it at that No apologies to make things right
The warmth of melted hearts, now frozen back to ice
The early days were beautiful
There were promises of a smile to chase the tears of sorrow
That smile won’t count now worse even tomorrow
That love that is true
better be as true as riches and gold
“My hand Is yours to hold “
that hand must not be empty
It must carry with it some tokens
I truly miss yesterday, far back as 1580
A time when love was not a convenience