Modern Romanticism

Little was known
about two worlds, centered
into incomparable unity.
They've loved with broken hearts,
inside a fractured cage
of shaded porcelain,

while their eyes
felt all things in that urge
to protect their words.

Their promise
that would become
their failure,

a little thing
too little known
about the two.

Kisses were ample,
while stares became fatal
in viewing an apocalyptic,
changeable landscape
brought to ruin,
from love's blanketing fate.

Who could guess
when their knotted bond
would become a noose?

Who could know
when that knotted bond
would become loose?