Modern Romanticism

Sweet maiden’s breath,

And sweet maiden’s tresses,

Of individual length.

Like a vision

Of something in a spectacle,

Dancing above a lake.

Her form, washed in the presence of water,

And her contours, as elegant as ever.

Love flows

With the currents,

And the ripples,

To her, in the bluest coloring

Beneath the welkin sky.

Does it wander her by?

Sweet maiden’s breath,

And a virgin texture,

There is a Kingdom awaiting

For you to drown in the embrace of unfolded arms.