Reinvent love

 

Do we need to reinvent love?

It seems the world has forgotten the feeling,

the warming glow within.

I remember reading about it

in books of distant days.

When people ran in fields of hay

dancing merrily as they gave their hearts

to the passionate sun rays

that blessed their skin.

Where is it now?

Lost in an overcrowded club,

wearily wobbling

as it drunkenly dances

to a sound that can

only be described as brain rotting.

 

There used to be

fire, passion, hearts yearning

as they stood watching out

over the oceans as dawn flooded in,

sun burning bright

as the only thing turning was their hearts

and the stirring butterflies within.

Now it’s gone, like the dodo before,

Just a memory left

in a museum without a door.

 

We need to reinvent love.

Now we have apps for that,

but all they offer is a sneaking glance

at a story created. A fiction perchance?

We just swipe on looks,

maybe see if they have read any books,

but where is the connection, the shared jokes

the longing looks, the hope

that swims across your heart

like a boat at sea, where is the honesty?

The love letters left with a rose,

written in beautiful prose?

Why do we just pursue

these dreams in text speak?

You up? A quick fumble 

before you drop it like a hot rock.

 

Has love gone

the way of the floppy disk,

the landline phone, the satellite dish,

on the side of your home?

Has it become a relic

of some far away day, like a Filofax,

or a pocketful of change?

Is it so distant to us that we wouldn’t

know how to use it if it showed up?

Would it just sit useless

in that drawer in the kitchen

Where all the random stuff piles up?

Old chargers, cables,

manuals for appliances that have

long ago bitten the dust.

Is love sitting there starting to rust

or has it flown the nest?

Taken up a new home,

gone off to explore whole new emotions.

Has it gone like the summers before

replaced with winters

that never seem to thaw?