Modern Romanticism

Keep your hardened heart

On the road, ahead.

Let your eyes take you somewhere,

Far ahead.

I wish to kiss each strand of hair,

That blows with the wind.

For I still love you,

Dearest thing.

Your eyes were the calm in my storm,

While your heart, I held fast upon

Like the most treasured ruby.

I swear that it's true

That your lips hold the same shade of red.

I will dive

Into waters made of liquid sapphire,

Among pupils made of emerald,

Among cheeks made of porcelain,

To let the stars finally see the blue

Of the daylight sky.