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Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poem – “I am Man, who Carries each Ache” – Romance

June 17, 2019
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Bide thy time,
For the most worrisome.
For I am here to console
And triumph
Over thy descending tears,
And over thy frozen heart.

Do you believe such a burden belongs
Mainly with you?
Allow me to take it,
And to hold it.
I wish to see it,
And to study it.

I am here,
To bide thy time,
For the most worrisome
Of travails.
You hold a face that darkens itself
Beneath a pallid moon.

Do not, and I repeat,
Do not speak such words,
That erode thy exterior into nameless,
For I had abandoned my pride
For the sake of loyalty.
I have made you mine.

Before an altar dressed in wisps and shades,
I discovered a tear,
That faltered to give way
And make its way
To your pale chin.
You spoke a few idle words, “Let me go.”

No more tears,
And no more sorrow.
Your idleness screams
Out to shores, upon the highest peninsula.
Leave those tears to me,
The pain to me.

I speak words that you may comprehend,
“I held enjoyment as long as I could,
And I will hold it some more.
For I am here to bide thy time
For the most worrisome
Travails, and hold thy life in my palm.”

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