The Good Things

by Mewsette

They used to write beautiful love songs.
They used to prefer a slow dance.
There used to be wonderful stories,
Where love wasn't taking a chance.

There used to be quiet in evening,
And grandfather clocks softly chimed.
There used to be diaries with secrets,
And poetry, lovely and rhymed.

Where had it gone? how I wondered,
As life became noisy and rude.
I used to think how I was missing
The softness, the beauty, the mood.

But then I found out it was hiding.
It was there, but I just couldn't see,
Till I fell in love with my sweetheart,
Who brought all the good things to me.