Before the 18th century,
Love did not exist;
Marriages were arranged,
And brides were unkissed.
Daughters were sold,
To the one with highest bids;
The man would take care of her,
In exchange for raising kids.
No words of compassion,
No saying baby or honey;
For men it was about beauty,
And for women it was about money.
But in the 18th century,
There would come a change;
The French had a different idea,
Something new, something strange.
There was hugging and kissing,
Women made men their whole life;
There was flowers and poems,
And men celebrated their wife’s.
It wasn’t just about raising kids anymore,
It was passion from above;
It lasted almost 3 centuries,
This concept of love.
It’s died down now,
And I don’t know what to blame;
The fire is gone from everyone,
And everything is the same.
The compassion is gone,
No words of baby or honey;
Men are about conquest of women,
And women use kids for money.
Hollering and screaming,
And getting yourself cussed;
No communication, no value,
Empty dreams and no trust.
There’s lying and cheating,
And families are torn;
Couples don’t stay together,
No one weathers the storm!!
But I saw something last night,
Something small nothing grand;
I saw a really old couple in a Resturant,
They were walking out and holding hands!
They were really old, no beauty,
Dressed up but clearly no money;
But they had each other to hold onto,
And I could imagine them calling each other honey!
Call me a romantic, I know it’s silly,
But that’s clearly what I want;
Someone to love me, hold my hand,
Someone I can flaunt.
This new generation don’t understand
They like drama, petty stuff, argue and fight;
They have forgotten the whole meaning,
The older generation got it right.
I pick myself up out the bowls of life,
To continue the journey to make a new start;
I follow the music that’s playing now,
The symphony of my heart.
I have a new direction now,
I’ve pondered and I’ve prayed;
To rise above the chaos,
God asked me why I stayed.
Is love real or made up,
It’s just a concept it would seem;
For very few it’s reality,
To the rest of us, it’s a dream.
˜Dark Roses˜ ©
Brian Ryder (Lord FreakZilla®)