The world has lost its Romance Poem by Raymond Valadez
The world has lost its romance.
No longer does a guy stand outside a window waiting to see a glimpse of his beloved.
No longer does he write letters compose songs and dream of poetry.
No longer does he walk a long distance just to see his beloved for an instance.
No longer does he posses the utmost respect for her purity and her innocence.
No longer can she make his heart beat fast. And now nothing ever last.
No longer does he dream of a future.
No longer is there a desire to wake up to her and explain how he is the most fortunate man for being along side to such an intelligent, caring beautiful creature.
No longer does he work all day with her in mind as his driving force to arrive at home.
No longer is a kiss enough.
No longer are her eyes sufficient.
No longer are her words all that he needs.
No longer is I love you what it use to be.
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