Missing the romance

Missing the romance In twilight’s glow, where shadows dance, I find myself in a wistful trance; I miss the spark, the whispered word, the tender moments, softly heard. The days of passion, nights of fire, when every touch was pure desire; The stolen kisses, secret smiles, the longing looks that spanned the miles. The walks beneath the moonlit sky, where every star seemed to comply; With dreams we shared, with hearts aligned, A romance pure, our souls entwined. I miss the laughter, shared in bed, the gentle words so softly said; The way you held me, close and tight, in the quiet hours of the night. Now memories are all I keep, of love that ran so strong and deep; I yearn for days of sweet romance, the simple joys, the loving glance. But in my heart, the flame still glows, A love that time cannot enclose; I cherish every moment past, and dream of days when love will last. For though the distance now may grow, and life may lead where winds may blow; The romance lives in memories sweet, A dance of hearts that still repeat. Written August 5, 2024 © Dr Upma A. Sharma