Modern Romanticism

How far is your heart buried

Beneath the saddest moon

With the widest frown?

I stilled the eclipse in your broken mind.

I threw all behind

The dirt beneath your feet.

I stayed the shame

From eroding your fame.

Your sweetness

Is upon the rose to your lips.

I bleed with honor,

Even more than ever you were a virgin.

I bleed with fervor

The pain I twist inside me,

As easily as you danced to my tune.

Of cries for joy and joy for cries,

Telling tales as old as those lies

We sing about to the skies.

Without talking,

We know what the future speaks

Even before we grow weak

Once more in arms held out.