From sparks to ash

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