Beloved, beloved, with all my surrendering,
I have suffered in my strength,
To know not what I beheld,
And it was only you, the simplest thing to show,
How life could be the same,
Simple and so very short.
Your eyes are the glaciers of the north,
And your lips are the raw swipes of paint
On the immaculate canvas.
Your form shows exquisiteness,
Alike to the serpent that trails,
Across the sapphire seas.
Golden tresses rain from between your eyes,
And shove themselves against your shoulders,
Fame is never a reminder to your beauty.
You have it all,
And I have you.
Together, to dawn the tomorrow.
My love, what else is there?
What else to show the world, besides a nest of beauty?
Modern Romanticism 