Modern Romanticism

Kiss me true,

Kiss me deep, in the blue

Where fire cannot reach us,

Where hatred cannot despise us,

Where the moon will always soften us,

Where the sun will always warm us,

Because, haven’t we, already?

Haven’t we kissed,

And haven’t we made bliss

An admiration of beauty?

My love,

Do not listen to the heart that beats

Should it disturb you.

Your eyes have tried to see the wind,

Though it was invisible.

I invite you to see the Earth,

Because it will not crumble

When it is already in the infinite.