Words are the very chords
Echoed out from somewhere deep,
Plucked upon heartstrings, in the fullest moon.
Love lifts clouds
Away from your tired face.
Love replaces them
With the blushes of a sunset, vivid and wild.
Breathe deep, those notes
I will come to hear them
Even in my most hazardous trials,
Because, you mean the world.
“Breathe Deep” – Poem
Modern Romanticism 