Old Soul
Rose in hand, an owner to be replaced
Gait conscious, creases should not show
Scented air, following steps made
Rapping at a door, nerves on edge
Chivalry is dead, though not to all.
A sight to behold, breath succumbs to
memory
Eyes meet in appreciation of efforts
A stem for a hand, fingers find the gaps
The door opens, before a reach is made
Journeying in time, to an era bygone.
Words exchanged, never tempting tedium
Captivated by articulation, goosebumps find their way
Passions and pursuits, a nudity of its own
Excitement overwhelms, a candle in the dark
Romance romanticized, a reality realised.
Walking along a pathway, waving to the shore
Souls admiring life around, the stars and their shine
The air cools, before the offer of a coat
Pride finds its way home, as a heart finds shape
Fickleness exists, constants as well.
Back to the start, only with a key
Pleasure expressed, without fearing unrequitedness
A peck on the cheek, knowing time
A departure of anticipation, thoughts linger
Desiring only one thing yes - if love constitutes desire, it is true.
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