When love was love, When love was love! When love was love, it was unguarded and slow No audience waiting, no metrics to show It moved like smoke through a room we both knew Just the weight of a hand and the truth in “I do.” We learned each other in unfinished light Not through a lens, not framed just right In quiet kitchens and 2 a.m. doubt But in the things we couldn’t edit out. No proof required, no public display, If it was real, it stayed. Back when love was love When love was love was. it wasn’t curated It wasn’t optimized or narrated. No captions bending what it meant, No borrowed lines of sentiment. It was flawed, it was fierce, it was sometimes rough, It didn’t ask if it was enough. I came out the dark, the loss of "i've", And that was enough to keep it alive its has to be alive to survive, and step back, and let it thrive. Desire wasn’t scrolling past We let conversations last It had a pulse, it had a name And silence never felt like blame. Jealousy came with a human face You fought for ground, you held your place Not a shadow behind a screen You said what you meant, you meant what you’d mean. Leaving meant standing in the door, Not disappearing into a metaphor. Back when love was love When love was love was. it wasn’t curated It wasn’t optimized or narrated. No captions bending what it meant, No borrowed lines of sentiment. It was flawed, it was fierce, it was sometimes rough, It didn’t ask if it was enough. I came out the dark, the loss of "i've", And that was enough to keep it alive its has to be alive to survive, and step back, and let it thrive. We waited for calls that might not come Longing wasn’t a background hum Felt the stretch of an honest space It had a body, a temperature, a face. Now affection is fluent and quick But depth takes time, and time is thick A language trimmed for speed And love once grew from that slow seed. Back when love was love When love was love was. it wasn’t curated It wasn’t optimized or narrated. No captions bending what it meant, No borrowed lines of sentiment. It was flawed, it was fierce, it was sometimes rough, It didn’t ask if it was enough. I came out the dark, the loss of "i've", And that was enough to keep it alive its has to be alive to survive, and step back, and let it thrive. Back when love was love When love was love! Back when love was love When love was love!
