Missing the romance
Missing the romance
In twilight’s glow, where shadows dance,
I find myself in a wistful trance;
I miss the spark, the whispered word,
the tender moments, softly heard.
The days of passion, nights of fire,
when every touch was pure desire;
The stolen kisses, secret smiles,
the longing looks that spanned the miles.
The walks beneath the moonlit sky,
where every star seemed to comply;
With dreams we shared, with hearts aligned,
A romance pure, our souls entwined.
I miss the laughter, shared in bed,
the gentle words so softly said;
The way you held me, close and tight,
in the quiet hours of the night.
Now memories are all I keep,
of love that ran so strong and deep;
I yearn for days of sweet romance,
the simple joys, the loving glance.
But in my heart, the flame still glows,
A love that time cannot enclose;
I cherish every moment past,
and dream of days when love will last.
For though the distance now may grow,
and life may lead where winds may blow;
The romance lives in memories sweet,
A dance of hearts that still repeat.
Written August 5, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
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