Modern Romanticism

For so long

And without shame,

I have sought destruction,

And have laughed.

For so long

I have not seen the need

To protect

The truly dear.

Because, I had thought of my ego

To be what makes me

As me.

Upon the day

When I looked past myself

To see your eyes,

There was Heaven, burning my skin to dust.

I am weak,

Upon your sight.

And then there’s no more fright

In my form,

In my soul,

In my heart,

For I will protect, and neglect

Myself.