Modern Romanticism

Bleed the skies wide open

To where I caught the token

Of your heavenly face.

It was but a tear,

That did smear

The shadow from your bleak and melancholy

Expression

In your gaze,

While I am under the haze.

Let tranquility be a part of me,

Let the thunder strike so delicately

The areas remain unseen

To distrusting eyes.

Love wildly

The fire that is fueled by my desire.

We’ll be a part of the flame,

Part of the same

Expression that open us up to fame,

Stilled upon the horizon,

As if the sun never fell quick enough

To pick you up.

I breathe

Your face, into me,

While gazes surrender

To everlasting scenery.