What happened to love?
when did real love die?
why did love become something thats passed around?
passed around like a peace pipe,
when love become as disposable as garbage,
love died,
noone loves anymore,
romance died,
murdered by lust and desire,
and murdered by the tension of sex,
what happened to the days when,
when love poems were wrote,
flowers were bought,
and sex was the final true step,
not just a simple quickie for the heck of it,
I want to go back,
back when there were true romantics,
poems were wrote,
men were men and gave all they had for love,
and not f#@k her and chuck her,
so I am taking a stand,
I stand for love,
forget about sex,
I want to live for the emotional feeling,
and save the physical for when it should be,
and why it should be,
the final step,
not the first,
and may you follow my example,
for it will set you free,
for I want to love her,
hold her,
kiss her,
feel her,
listen to her breathe,
listen to her heart beat,
show her the world,
show her she is my world,
show her she is the reason many men have gone to there deaths for love,
nothing else...
