When Romance Was At Its Peak Poem by Zubayer Zakir Khan

He said to her,
"Oh darling, I'll forever hold you tight; and my touch shall always be tender"
She said,
"Darling, I'm like the night & you're the wind to which I will surrender"

Oh they said so much,
Yet meant so little
Beautiful words they spoke
But life had its score to settle

Words diffused in the air like smoke
So many things just left undone
It was time when,
Two lovers became one

The grass was green,
Blue skies above
I miss the naivety,
The miracles of love
Modern love is plain and weak
I miss the times of first love,
When romance was at its peak