How many pieces
Must I stitch together
To recreate you?
Making you,
Loving you
Buried more of my heart
Than I found it.
I love the dark
While the sparks
Are still disappearing.
To block the sun
Will result in your eyes setting,
No matter the moon is screaming.
What is fewest
To me, in this storm of rain
Are the droplets, the pieces of this
Aching pain.
What is newest
For you, beneath me upon cross
Is the blood, the revival of something
Never lost.
Your kiss
Would make Heaven shower,
Divine’s image to shatter,
Love’s perfection to fell towers
When all that does matter
Is to keep
Your hand in mine.
Modern Romanticism 
Exquisite choice of words! Oh, and she’s hot.
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