take me back .. to the the good old days . when romance was part of the eqaution .. take me away from the two second gratification ..
let me ride the carriages pulled by horses ..
with a with corset dress o n .. let the me walk the streets with a parsol and to save my precious skin from the sun ..
let me stop and smell the roses as i walk along the street .
. let lme linger in this moment that i shall keep .
. as moment to which i may dwell in .. when lifes seems all too hard ..
a moments when my all my dreams seem to easy to discard
.. as i wear my heart on my sleeve ..
i have to learn to cover it .. and guard it well ..
for my heart will be trodden on ..
yet i will not change who or what i am .. when happens .
. but i must learn something from it .
. to love to quickly is a sin ..
a sin i shouldn't find myself indulged in ..
but i guess its like the lure of the forriben taste of chocolate .
. i find must indulge it sometimes and taste its silk smooth goodness
. even in this corest i feel restrained ..
but is the restraint bad is or it something which keeps me safe ..
i dream of a time when romance will be romance again .
. but until that time .. many tears will be shed for something that was lost .. lost , forgotten or forsaken ..
one day when my quest comes to an end i believe ill meet that special friend that special i might have met
, but ive not noticed him yet ... he will love me for who i truly am .. and the same as him ..