Where so much pain
Resides in the Hell, called Earth,
I desire no more
Than to raise you
From where you walked, alone upon the road
Where I found you.
You beautiful one,
Who has broken you?
Who shall I cast my vengeance
Upon, when my hands are not very gentle?
You have wounds,
You are the imperfection to become the perfection
In my heart of our hearts.
“What a Place in Heaven” – Poem
Modern Romanticism 