Modern Romanticism

You were my principle,
all my excuses, my reasons,
but you kept giving me
more to doubt after.

I loved you, without knowing
what else there had been
for me, in this universe
of constant eclipses.

I cherished our dream,
withdrawing myself
to waters made of reflections,
as I decided to keep rowing.

Moving our ship,
escaping into space
where our faces,
our exhausted eyes
were ours to forgive,
but never undo.

We lost more
than we thought
we will bring back
to yearning arms,
for walking feet.

Our thoughts were just
another replication
of the same repeated,
shrouded riddle.