Poison ivy littered the grounds like a gooey green carpet Oceans smothered the shores and anyone who stepped near it Dying flowers piled up in every corner and collected dirt,
Then love came
The winds carried away the poison ivy and replaced it with velvety petals The Gods relaxed the Oceans and gave us the power to create waves Flowers scattered themselves to fertile soils, shook off the dust, and rebloomed,
Then love left
The winds formed a tornado and snatched my soul away Oceans built tsunamis and broke down my flesh and body Flowers strangled me in my sleep and sent me to my grave.
You destroyed me in ways I never thought could be destroyed.
Romanticism: A poem about nature and love while having emphasis on the personal experience.