Modern Romanticism

That song upon that mile,
that face, that decorated smile
reveals this weather upon this visage
being stirred in your glance.

Rain comes to leak through shelter,
our arms in an immediate dance.

Pain gets relieved, light is conceived
when lips eventually interact.

We speak, we ignite flame
when night wraps us in shadow -
a frame for no thought,
lest we should be brought
outside our designated spot.

Your curves mimic this earth,
while your tresses kiss your neck.
I might falter, I might breathe
a sigh, too deep,

while your radiance blinds me
as much as it binds me.