Rituals

"I'm not so very old", she said
"I just turned 28
But boy it's been a long, long time
Since I've been on a date
I mean like a dinner, and a movie
A good night kiss at the door"
We are not content with kisses anymore

My Grama told me stories
How she and Grampa met
How their courtship followed local rules of etiquette
The flowers that he brought her
The dresses that she wore
We are not impressed with such ritual any more

My father met my mother through a mutual friend
They knew each other for two months before they ever kissed
And when the did they were embarrassed and just a little scared
By this awkward declaration that they cared

But now we rush into everything so fast
Love that's here so quickly
Soon becomes a part of the past
It never works out right
'Cause nothing everlasting ever happens overnight

So if you think you love her, take your time
Walk her in the moonlight
Maybe even try to write a line or two of poetry
Or perhaps a song
You might find you're building
A love that's going to last a long, long time

Take you time, Oh take your time
There is something to be said for rituals we've left behind
There is something to be said for the dance
Back to old-fashioned romance