Modern Romanticism

Free the breath
Swallowing you,
On the way to sheltering arms
That never left you.

I hold the rain,
As I carry
Frequent, passing clouds.
Shuddering from your awareness
To life, on the dismal course,
As elegance deserts you
While idle eyes
View you.

Burn the temperatures
That have wrapped you
In ungraceful,
Decline.

Keep yourself
Hopeful,
As love never falls overboard
On the ship, through your veins,
As I taste
Your great, falling tears,
Wandering from
Shore to shore.

And I ask,
"Why would I weep, too,
When I love enough to be
This strong?"