In the attic of my heart,
I found a treasure
wrapped in memories of a bygone era.
A vintage love, weathered and worn
like a faded photograph
from a time long past.
We were young and fearless then,
dancing in the moonlight
with hearts full of hope
and eyes filled with dreams.
Our love was a melody
played on an old record player,
spinning and spinning
until the music faded away.
But still, I hold onto
the remnants of that love,
like a vintage wine
aged to perfection.
It whispers to me
of days gone by
and the sweet, bittersweet
taste of a love that was once mine.
So, I keep it close,
like a precious heirloom,
cherishing the moments
we shared in a different time.
For in that vintage love
I find solace and comfort,
a reminder of the beauty
that once was and still remains.
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How Love Speaks: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis collection of love poetry book is a heartfelt journey through love's many stages and forms. From the giddy excitement of new romance to the comfort and familiarity of long-term commitment, these poems capture human connection's beauty, joy, and...
