Love Doesn'T Exist
What is love?
The hardest question asked.
It's not the same anymore.
It's all about material things and smacking ass.
What happened to the romance?
Guess it doesn't exist.
No more going on dates.
Or lunch picnics.
Now, being a gentleman is considered a punk.
But people like me still holding it up.
We open doors for our lady.
Tell her she's beautiful.
Cook for the lady.
She likes to eat too.
Take her out and show her off.
Like her presence is a trophy.
Wine and dine the lady.
Help her bring in groceries.
Do things a man should do.
Giver massages after a long day.
She deserves to be pampered too.
Ask how her day went.
Converse a little too.
How do you expect her love.
When doesn't even know you?
This is love at it's best.
No technology between the hearts.
Put the phones down, it's less stress.
No arguing between the parts.
Bring the love back, the real men awaits.
Or let us die out while ya'll keep losing faith.
Copyright © Knowledge Hill | Year Posted 2015
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