In long periods of vinyl and manually written notes,
Old school love, where energy floats.
Mixtapes murmuring mysteries untold,
In cursive letters, feelings unfurl.

Seeking moves underneath twilight skies,
Delicate looks, love in their eyes.
No screens to stow away, just hearts revealed,
A one of a kind love, mind-boggling.

Connected at the hip through the pages of time,
Love letters written in beat and rhyme.
Slow moves to a vinyl's delicate murmur,
Old school love, an exemplary tune.

In a long time ago, when time held influence,
Love sprouted in a dated manner.
Letters wrote with ink's hug,
Sentiment murmured, an immortal effortlessness.

Seeking customs, a beguiling dance,
Inseparably, a taken look.
No screens to cover warmth's glimmer,
Just hearts laced in delicate regard.

No rushed texts or computerized shine,
Yet, patient romance, a delicate stream.
A more slow speed, a patient workmanship,
Every second prized, a work of heart.

Old-school love, a rare fortune,
Based on trust, an enduring delight.
In recollections scratched, an exemplary legend,
Where love's effortlessness sparkles evermore.
© Rajan33