Old Soul

Rose in hand, an owner to be replaced Gait conscious, creases should not show Scented air, following steps made Rapping at a door, nerves on edge Chivalry is dead, though not to all. A sight to behold, breath succumbs to memory Eyes meet in appreciation of efforts A stem for a hand, fingers find the gaps The door opens, before a reach is made Journeying in time, to an era bygone. Words exchanged, never tempting tedium Captivated by articulation, goosebumps find their way Passions and pursuits, a nudity of its own Excitement overwhelms, a candle in the dark Romance romanticized, a reality realised. Walking along a pathway, waving to the shore Souls admiring life around, the stars and their shine The air cools, before the offer of a coat Pride finds its way home, as a heart finds shape Fickleness exists, constants as well. Back to the start, only with a key Pleasure expressed, without fearing unrequitedness A peck on the cheek, knowing time A departure of anticipation, thoughts linger Desiring only one thing yes - if love constitutes desire, it is true.