Maybe I’m just a romantic
Who should have been born
In another time:
When time meant more
Than fulfilling lustful
Fantasy, and apathy
Was not the norm.
When soldier boys would
Send letters to their
waiting girls back home:
Writing of their love for them,
And their yearning to embrace
And hold them in their arms;
Not to de-lace and devour them.
When kids dreamed of true love
And did not know what their
Celebrities looked like naked.
When calendars were
Actually used for dates
And magazines were
Actually read for news.
[When boyfriends would not
Suggest you fantasize
of other men, but would
instead be disgusted by
by even the thought of it.]