ROMANCE IS DEAD

When I was a little younger,
Just a cute, petite girl;
There dwelled deep in my hunger,
A dangerous curl.

It twisted and turned,
Down deep into my soul;
Tattered and burned,
From life to living coal.

I once had a dream,
To be giddily in love;
The center of your team,
To the back I've now been shoved.

Long ago we kissed,
We laughed and still we cried;
Now love has gone amiss,
And romance has gone to hid.

Where are my hugs and kisses?
My kind word and my smiles?
Romance is gone, it's missing;
With all it's lyes and trails.

© Bobbi Rightmyer