Serve me the old love,
the short and romantic dates in small restaurants
the endless and passionate conversation
about our dreams and goals.
How we end up being in awe
of the dreams that lay bottled in our minds.

Show me the old love,
when sacrifices we're not alien acts
when only love mattered
and we had the same goal; to live in love.

Show me the old love,
take me back to where it all started
the place our eyes met and our hearts fluttered,
show me how love started to blossom.

Show me the little things
that used to hypnotise me
show me all of this and
let me be your magic again
and I your dreams...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.