Modern Romanticism

Every love

Upon the Earth,

Is a treasure,

Is for the worship

Of two feet

That step upon the rocks,

Upon the hardened hearts,

So delicate in movement.

I was good to you,

The man to make you smile

The oceans across,

And the Earth so wide.

Love has two minutes

More to kiss,

Two minutes,

With one minute

For either lip.

Love plays a violin

And its sound reverberates

Across my lungs.

Every love,

Every aspect,

Every pleasure,

Every beautiful moment,

Is to be spent holding hands

While the world ends.