Oh Look, Romance Came Back

By Astha

They say romance is dead,

But what about the romantic scenarios in my head?

To paint somebody’s white shirt crimson red,

“Don’t be a fool, it’ll be a heartbreak,” they said.

So I brewed coffee at half past two,

and began to write a story that felt achingly true.

In a world of billions, there must be someone

to hold me close—my man, my Mr. Grey, my Mr. Right, my one.

Because I believe romance is alive,

I’ve read about it too many times.

How can they lie in words that feel like sunshine?

There has to be someone whom I can call mine.

I rolled the dice and opened a door,

Your arrival turned my story into a folklore.

It doesn’t have to be perfect,

Because it could be so much more.

With a fusion of musk and rose,

We created moments of perfection and prose.

My drug of choice—your “Vitamin U” dose,

I write about it for someone who knows.

He who listens to Kishore Kumar’s soundtrack,

Is surely a man with no manners to lack.

Additionally, he looks insatiable in attire black,

Oh look, romance came back.

By Astha