In the age of Tinder, I craved a distinct tune,
An old-school love story, beneath the silver moon.
In this digital era, I yearned for a slow pace and not a chase,
To meet a soul and hearts to embrace.
I ventured beyond screens, seeking connection real,
A love story with depth and love, not just a shallow deal.
So I took a step back from my phone, embraced a hopeful chance,
To find a classic romance, like a timeless dance.
At an exquisite café, our eyes did collide,
A chance encounter, my writer swelled with pride.
Your aura, a glimmer in the hustling crowd,
With every smile , our story had endowed.
We talked endless ,for hours, shared stories and dreams,
In our laughter and comforting silences, nothing was as it seems.
This old-school love story, a gem so rare,
A vintage romance, a writer’s dream , we were a timeless pair.
Handwritten letters and walks in the park,
We walked through the night, a love to the light from the dark.
A stolen kiss on the balcony, under starry skies,
A love story written by Goddess Aphrodite in flesh and eyes .
But the world and our fate had evolved, with its modern pace,
And challenges came, we couldn’t embrace.
Our love, a relic, from a bygone day,
In the age of Tinder, it began to fray.
With heavy hearts, we parted our ways,
An old-school love story in its final days.
Though we went our separate paths, it’s true,
The memories we made will forever imbue.
In a world where swipes often come and go,
Our love story’s presence continues to glow.
The celestial connection we once did share,
Underneath the ancient sky, so real and rare.
With every star that shines in the heavens above,
It reminds me of our old-school, timeless love.
Though it’s now a memory, eternally high,
Our love still sparkles in the starry sky,
Our old-school love story, a timeless affair.
Though we’ve moved on, our hearts still can’t deny,
The beauty of love beneath the ancient sky.
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