Modern Romanticism

What have we here?
You are displaying
those same shadows
you resist to
get to know.

You dismiss what
you will not complete,
forcing harmony
through divided thoughts,
with bliss as your kiss
to shelter the truth.

I've been lenient
to prevent oncoming
punishment upon
all this crudeness.

You've been denying
your world's end,
bending rules, if only
to keep the path straight.

When will we quit
this tormenting toil?
These sounds we emit,
memories we revisit,
while always knowing
in deep discretion
we must drop the weight
like clouds leave rain.