Modern Romanticism

Being fated, being fortunate
to sentence this heart to a swell.
To be nurtured, to be nestled
in arms that wave away
those distortions in a reflection
of myself in an ocean.

Bathing this form, in knowing
you are near, as one other droplet
connected to this current,
beneath these tired feet.

One look down, all it will take
to see that surge in these waters,
that swell I’ve come to know
has brought me to grow.

I have kissed you,
bringing us through sunrises,
letting us through those gates
that were once, always helplessly
shut to this fate.

I have lifted you
down to banks of rivers,
to let us drink of what we see,
reflected from light
of united hearts, in sight.