Is love possible when your physical touch is a memory?
Can love continue to grow through words alone?
If I can’t touch you; can’t feel your embrace…
Will passion endure when our only touch is by phone?
This is the day of modern technology
We use them all: computers, cams, and phones
The modems of finding love; knowing no distance
Hoping to find true love; knowing no distance
Hoping to find true love; tired of being alone
The search for love has endured through the ages
The only difference is the way that it’s found
For love’s sake we’re willing to travel long distance
To give up all for love’s golden crown
We pray for love and all of its treasures
We want to surround ourselves in its glorious feel
But first we must decipher what love means to each of us
Is it excitement, lust, or a love that is real?
Because Modern Love relies on words and memories
Words easily spoken through the mind not the heart
And memories are interpreted different by each person
As time progresses and lives are lived apart
Distance has a way of complicating matters
Of holding the heart of love at bay
Hope and dreams so easily shattered
If trust is doubted in even the slightest way
Passion lives in memories of past encounters
And in the dreams of future rendezvous
Is this Modern Love or modern lust?
It depends whether we allow the mind or body to choose
Be honest with yourself and forthright with your intentions
Modern love is no different…from the past
We survive whether it dies or whether it lingers
But it takes both hearts if love is to last
So we’ll bind our time and see where this leads us
Give Modern Love a chance to blossom; to grow
Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell