Step into me,
Cold and broken,
With pieces placed in your arms,
Cutting flesh, already bruised.
Tell me sweet verse,
Over an idled curse.
A swollen love,
Not from above.
From here,
Two eyes do appear,
From between shadows,
So dense and heavy.
You have curves that dance,
Under vivid wilderness,
And a beautiful face,
Shown to magnify,
My perception to be acute: –
For I see of you,
The bluest hues,
In a pair of faraway eyes,
And still so close to me.
Your face, buried in my chest,
Yet, buried in your hands.
You have a waist,
That I could grip with one hand,
And a neck,
That could be kissed, tenderly.
The music to your sigh,
Would never allow a goodbye.
Oh, beauty! Come to me,
With ivory placed so evenly.
Give yourself to me,
And do not let go.
Grant me one wish,
To love forever.
Modern Romanticism 