Modern Romanticism

You were the type
to select what you give
to your feeling heart,
to be magnified
to be its betterment.

I've longed to hold
your quivering hand,
rushing all that I have
inside where you have
considered a drought to be
all for you to be.

I'll make water
from crystallized tears.
I'll revisit those lands
you had abandoned,
replacing dead earth
with simplest rebirth.

I'll speak those words,
burning a suffocating rope
with the fires of hope.

If you'll let me in,
I'll be bringing everything
to conjoin us into twins
that had their own origin,
but the same destination.