What do you mean too needy?

When did romance become too needy,
the desperate act of a heart too greedy?
When did flowers and verse go out of style?
I must have been napping for quite a while.
Did true love go out of fashion,
have we all lost the passion?

I long for those days now past
when life did not go by so fast
and I could still woo a lady
without my motives seeming so shady.
Could I take her hand in mine
and languidly share a bottle o’wine;
Tell her of her lovely eyes,
of sweet birds singing in azure skies.
When the penultimate of bliss
was but a touch or wayward kiss.

What is driving me now to distraction
is this ever present call for action
the need to develop a pick-up line
when I couldn’t care less about her sign.
Yet her smiling face is so enchanting
it leaves stammering and ranting
about meaningless drivel that’s so inane
the very sound drives me insane;
And if I’m lucky I get a number
(like at the butchers - need I wonder?)
That I may call and drivel some more
to catch an invite to her door.
When I arrive upon her step,
I suppose a rose would make me a schlep
and poetry is simply out
(In case I ever had any doubt).

No what is needed is somehow colder
nascent moves, something bolder.
I must pretend not to care,
never opening my heart to share
lest I appear a bit too needing -
my poor old heart only bleeding.
Instead of simply being, giving,
celebrating a heart that’s living.

When did all the romance die?
Who killed it, when, where, and why?
And am I such the grievous sinner
to pine for some romantic dinner
With thoughts of love so pure and true
and not some erstwhile interview
about who we fucked, when and how
and was a rubber on my plow?
Oh we made need it for common welfare
but has it left us room to care
about the things that we might share
from wells within us that run so deep…
and true emotion from hearts asleep.

The singles life is oh so tough,
the dating scene mighty rough,
so sometime I wish for days gone by
where romance was the thing to try;
when politeness was not just an obligation
and there still existed consideration.
Where none were shocked by a simple yes ma’am
and sex was not by diagram.

I wonder if true love is still alive
or did we simply take a drive
it to a most untimely grave -
the very thing we all now crave.
So all of you this very night
raise your glasses to the light
and pray ye that w may learn
and that thus true love may yet return.