I have placed my heart on a platter,
severed any vestiges of emotion
to take a winding journey to the past.
Caressing the strong holds that once
bound relationships and marriage.
A kiss to the old times, reminiscing love.
A beautiful journey to a time
where love was real and relationships
meant so much more than the physical
facade embraced in these times-
Taking a detour to sweet love street
where men and women alike took
To a time where man pursued a woman
with respect and meant every word.
To a time where a woman accepted to be
with a man wholeheartedly with loyalty.
Closing on to an everlasting drive,
where marriage meant so much more
and couples cared so much to build
A time of companionship through the cold,
a moment to last through old age.
Reminiscing the good old days when love
scented like the lovely dew drops on
a beautiful morning.
Days when the loving felt like the warmth of a
blanket on an ice-cold morning and scented
like a piece of sweet tasty candy on a bed of roses.
Moments through an apex of ecstasy
Pinnacle of jollity, peak of gaiety…
A time where a man was not afraid to be chivalrous
And expressed his feelings openly, communicated freely.
A time where a woman loved and appreciated her man
with all his faults, trusting him.
A time where the acts of wooing were taken serious
and people understood commitment.
A time where courtship led to marriage, not a quick
detour to fix the hospital corners of his bed.
A time devoid of Feminism and Men going their
Own way (MGTOW).
Caressing a period embroidered in integrity
and acts of strong will- a man claiming his own,
a woman owning up to her responsibilities.
A period where men were responsible and respectful;
a period where women were respectful and nurturing
Closing on to a period tainted in these times,
where women knew their roles and responsibilities
in a home, as wives and mothers- taking care of a home,
tending to the children, catering to her husband.
A woman was not afraid to be his chef in the kitchen,
lady in the street, his house help and whore in the bedroom.
Where men took on the roles as providers in a home;
As a father, taking care of his children;
as a husband, providing security for his wife and household.
A man was thoughtful and caring and didn’t mind spoiling
his woman with gifts, spending on her.
Making love to the past; a soft kiss to the old
days where divorce wasn’t an option but the
acts of forgiveness and reconciliation were encouraged.
A time where people got married for the right reasons.
A time where people took time to get to know each other
and prepared adequately for marriage.
A time where maturity was stressed- men kept their word,
women knew what they wanted.
Stashing the fleeting physical attributes,
embracing the beauty inside,
Crashing societal expectations,
putting effort in building a relationship-
Staying together, staying married.
Keeping the fire burning,
For love, for togetherness…
As a team, a couple…
A time where a man would walk like a King,
hand in hand with his woman..
side by side, wringing his hands-
His head held up high, proud as a peacock.
Showing his Queen around.
I am riding in a time machine,
taking the road treaded by most-
a path taken by the ancestors
through thickets and bushes,
rocky ground and the harsh weather,
across seas and oceans,
in pursuit of this love.
Hoping to kiss the man of the old days,
and that he will accept me too with my
tainted drops and skin, pricked by this