Nostalgia is extremely romantic,
It brings back guises of hope,
Sans the pain of what was,
It glows like warm embers on a cold night.
Have you seen her upturn face,
The smile that captures memories,
And savours them?
Oh yes, nostalgia,
Right below the sternum,
An ocean of memories brew,
The espresso of memories lightened with timely milk,
Her latte; at the right temperature,
In the best of time.
That leaves us with a sigh of peace,
Of knowing the past is its bygones,
Of realising time past were opportunities best savoured.
Like her love for rose gold,
Nostalgia is romantic.
