Old Fashioned Love

A knock on the door, a shuffle of feet

A nervous boy with flowers is ordered to take a seat.

She walks down the stairs and up he stands.

"You looks beautiful." He whispers and takes her hand.

A curfew is placed and a promise she'll be home

Then off into the night they roam.

Opening doors, polite words spoken

Laughs shared, a friendship built too strong to be broken.

The night is over they stand at her door

Perhaps a kiss to say goodnight and he expects nothing more.

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

Reminded me of high school for sure. Some of the best memories where made at school dances and prom. Great write and thanks for sharing.

[Xxxxxx]

Wish it would've stood that way.