Modern Romanticism

Tempting one,
turn your eyes towards
the one, just the one
who will carve your elegance
into pages of memory.

Gifting one,
build with me a scene
where eyes are never sad,
where face remain
never distant, always glad.

I will marvel
at the void I've filled
with all your ivory.

A blackness has
embraced its enemy.
A bleakness will
continue to fill itself
with the green, from all
we will keep from its fall.

Be brought close,
be disrobed from what
prevents the eyes
from escaping into
the colors to your canvas.

For I'll be your frame,
I'll remember your fame,
drenching this mind
of mine, from everything
that represents your kind.