Modern Romanticism

To dare resist,

That I might desist,

And abstain the gain of something for no pain.

Of a woman,

Dressed in marble,

Fancy as always,

In these adorned hallways.

Lined in rows of emptiness

To her mind,

To her kind,

In the dismal shine,

Beneath moon, and blind

Upon her stare in the grind.

Of two eyes showing signs

She truly desires me,

Wishes me,

To be behind her, in the dark,

And ignite her.