Modern Romanticism

I’ve signaled it,
your smooth rush
into bottomless surrender.
A love that has held its flavor,
throughout these years
when we’ve merged,

to continue to meld
at a kiss, one that swells
our aura, towards Heaven.

You’ve known,
at those catastrophes
where we’ve grown,
seeking rediscovery
among lightless times.
I’d love to still our presence,
to capture our seconds
in an hourglass of remembrance.

Come close,
bringing that curtain
with careful hands,
over our shaking forms.
We’ll live, we’ll love,
while eyes will shower
unkempt gardens
in each tear to make a year,
bringing our reach further
within each other.