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…
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Author:
naked heart (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2021 22:10
- Category: Love
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Comments2
I like your words . 🙂
(I don't know what to say
I read your beautiful hymn of a poem
and my poetic mind, wanted to word my appreciation by writing a few scribbled lines
and these words below
are what I found, waiting
to be voiced..
thank you! for inspiring me
and for sharing, what is
such a warm read
in the bitter cold of winter)
'take it slow, do it right
cherish
our gifted chance
at love;
you'll demonstrate
your please and thank you's
decades, into our marriage
with evergreen zeal
and I
will remind you
every chance, I get
you chose right
when you placed that ring
on my hand,
all the way
till our story's end, my love;
I'm waiting
please, take your time
only arrive when you're ready
but still, come quick
I don't want too many, Winter's
in my life
without you, by my side'
This is so sweet! Thank you for these beautiful words 🥰
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