Understanding the Romantics

Romanticism, once foreign, now I see,
Combing through life, understanding the plea.
“What did I do?” the silent lament,
Not action taken, but sight not lent.

Haunted by memories, ghosts of the past,
Fantasy’s refuge, now fading fast.
In the abyss of self, exploring my mind,
Understanding the romantics, love entwined.

Scorn and disdain, replaced by pity’s embrace,
Hostage to emotions, a relentless chase.
Into the Grand Dark Forest, seeking answers deep,
Finding truth, yet in part, it does creep.

Romantics, not in control, consumed by desire,
Their actions, a testament to love’s fire.
Romeo and Juliet, a warning to heed,
Yet captivated souls, still feel love’s need.

Two decades blind, in life’s desert I roam,
The end in sight, yet distant from home.
What do I do with this feeling inside?
To relinquish control, to let faith be my guide.

May courage find me, to release the reins,
To understand the romantics, amidst life’s pains.
For in surrendering control, perhaps I’ll find,
A path illuminated, by love’s kind.