I'M a Rose

I hate the way romance is lost on the societies of today; The ripple effect is a greater cost, for love becomes a mere game to play. No more flowers and dates, just ice-cream and kisses; No more endless debates, just morning texts and late wishes. The concept of courtship is re-defined, and friendship boundaries blur; To loyalty, common eyes are blind, and yet hearts still claim intentions are pure. What happened to the gentlemen who held the doors? And the ladies that blushed at a glance? From where comes the existence of playboys and whores? People gambling with feelings and chance? The world is so de-sensitised, for this is now the norm; Anything deeper becomes emphasised, and stands out, for it doesn’t conform. Old-fashioned is the given word, for those who choose to wait; Outrages stories become heard, one-night stands to end a date. Well, I won’t fall for cheap pick-up lines, give me love letters to keep over time; And I’m more drawn to the Shakespeare’s and Einstein’s, than I am to the food-stains and grime. I would find more joy in silence and holding hands, than in empty kisses and meaningless words; And better than a dinner worth hundreds of rands, is a picnic outside, with the birds. I’d rather gaze upon the stars at night, and know my love is true; Than dance in clubs till morning light, and fear regret for what I might do. A warning to those who look my way, my heart will not be torn; and if you’re looking for daisies, then walk away; I’m a rose, do not bring out my thorn.