Modern Romanticism

I curl around
A form, that steps around
The rocks, that shelter
Her beginning to be hidden.
Love leaves soft trails
On the path so unspoken
Beneath her sighing lips.
I want to say
That the world was without you,
Though, you came
Without pain.

Could you kiss?
Could you melt
Like candles that have been broken?

I feel this sting
The world faintly brings,
Lifted by the sun, shuddered by the moon.

You glow
Like the snow,
Calling yourself the majesty,
Whole, in belonging.
I mourn
While I scorn
My eyes, that break off
The thundering shores
In endless tears that I stream
Down to where silence screams.