Modern Romanticism

I'll take it
from here, to somewhere,
without failing you,
while not losing you
in these footprints.
Come closer,
letting me breathe
for you, when you
will deny.

The best of us
has yet to be
all of who we will
ever become.
Under stars, within haze,
we are building each other
to blossom upwards.

I'll bring it -
what we were craving.
It was always this,
when you were shouting
when you needed saving.

Another minute more
to build that open door,

a familiar face to be seen
beyond an open window.

I'll come, following
your fear of the dark.
Walking near to you,
dreaming of exquisite days
we could constantly
feel warmth among shadows.