Love has a way of sharing textures
Soft as the snow we roll in.
I have held the many tears for my consumption,
I have breathed the stars into her eyes,
I have felt the world shudder in her arms,
For that world was our own.
From rains,
We fall
Into a void made to be filled.
From breaths,
We sail
Towards land known to us.
To the world,
We climb
Up towards Heaven, where we may sink
Again, to an embrace.
Leave whatever pain you have, to subside,
While you are in my grasp.
Leave whatever sorrows you believe in, to the goodbye
Of many more that soon follow.
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Modern Romanticism 