Modern Romanticism

Let me swipe away all the tears,

So that my own replace their presence.

I know you’ve only needed one droplet

To fill a void.

Because, the next scene

Is when I consume all those who stand

Between us.

The next act

Of our play

Is when I sentence those to death

Who ever crossed between us.

I will love

Until even forever cannot count its time left.

Your eyes,

Your cries,

Your face,

Your tears,

Let me have them.