Old Love.
Serve me the old love,
the short and romantic dates in small restaurants
the endless and passionate conversation
about our dreams and goals.
How we end up being in awe
of the dreams that lay bottled in our minds.
Show me the old love,
when sacrifices we're not alien acts
when only love mattered
and we had the same goal; to live in love.
Show me the old love,
take me back to where it all started
the place our eyes met and our hearts fluttered,
show me how love started to blossom.
Show me the little things
that used to hypnotise me
show me all of this and
let me be your magic again
and I your dreams...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
The old love exist. It's just that only the mature minds can locate it. These days, selection of love partners solely based on superficial traits. Hence, it comes as no surprise when modern day lovers receive superficial love.
This is so true
Love become fade day by day then we miss the old love. We don’t know the value of that what we have. But we can understand after losing that.
Sadly, that's true.
Real love is rare now. We are becoming more practical. We everyone want to get back our old love. Your poem was awesome. Thank you.
Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks
Old love nice name and beautiful poem.I like these lines very much.
Show me the old love,
take me back to where it all started
the place our eyes met and our hearts fluttered,
show me how love started to blossom.
😊😊😊
You definitely have the gift of words, I am reading and imagining a couple, the bad thing was in the end, the couple faded and love too, the man stopped being silly, I'm sorry, I was wrong, the man stopped being hypnotized.
Ignore me, you know what I think about love :)
Hahahaha I know.