Something as elegant As the everything of you, Lays there With the shore to melt blue over gray In the sadness of you. Warmth comes up Like a sunrise, Though the day ended Just a moment ago. There is so much to say To help you on my way Towards the altar. This ocean bathes you In aromas, salted with the wind Against your fragrant form. Colossal are your eyes, Wide is your bosom, Drenched are your lips, Extensive is your stare. A thorn grows from a rose, As I free it from its pain.
Modern Romanticism 
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