The roses? Oh yes, the roses still bloom.
Why is the world today,
"Better still" as many might now say;
So different in every way.
"Casual" some call the mores.
"About time!" and even "Much needed."
"Not like the old days."
Did I miss the changing?
Was actually loving someone then so transient?
Flirting was an art form.
Agreed, it sometijmes went astray;
Flirting once meant crossing a second line.
Today's lines seem so stone-like.
Perhaps the art is lost.
No more foreplay (then glance to glance).
"Maybe" lost, just "Yes"/"No".
Trifle Love too often: gone.
Looks were the thousand-words-long picture.
"I'm interested".... just no words.
The too-long touch forbidden,
The sparkling wink once so demurely hidden
The spoken words now mute.
I miss the days of flirting,
No further goal in sight, just hurting.
And missing what seemed right.
Copyright 2013 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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