Modern Romanticism

Love has silence,

Love has room

To dance its romance, upon floors made of marble

Or granite.

Love blows tides

Across oceans wide.

Love feels heavy

Atop lightest clouds.

Love rains the drops

Where one stops

And drinks each joyous tear

That one will hear

Land at their feet

To set them to sleep.

Love flows

To where one slows

And grows

Plants, where once was an empty nest.