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
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1580?!?! I doubt those days were anything but beautiful LOL! Nothing but war and sickness. Sheesh though this is definitely a good romanticized version of love way back in the day.
These days I feel like love is the best it’s ever been.
Love has been in existence since far back that time . Its purest form existed far back. In sickness and in health was a promise that was stuck to. In the 16th century well I think it love was good
It’s easy to say things rather than know it for sure. To say loves purest form has changed seems ridiculous. If something as pure as love can change then maybe it was never pure. Personally I believe it has stayed the same from self love to outward with other individuals
As the world is reaching its end it says that people will be lovers of themselves and their money. It’s easy to say because of what I have read. Pure in the sense where people then cared and loved more. War and sickness are part of life not love . I wrote of love so there’s a huge difference as well
People believe the world has been ending for centuries… what have you read that makes you believe this?
Real conversation strengthened love ties. Love was more simpler and there were less distractions
The only constant concern is survival no matter who you are, now that survival is more likely now a guarantee. People do not have to marry for protection or have arranged marriages for family status. People are also allowed to freely love who they want
I’m the type of person that doesn’t follow rules so I’m all for those who chose to be blind. Who wrote secret notes and were willing to die for each other
Even if we follow our own rules we are following rules…
Times have changed and not for the better in this poem. There is a feeling of doom cast where darkness is pending.
It’s heading for worse . Where people look out for themselves more instead of looking out for each other
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