Drop whatever is troubling you,
Beautiful one.
The world and its pain,
Soaked in Mother Earth,
Has been left to me.
We are not here to bruise ourselves,
With dissatisfaction.
Only by the whip of love
Can we enslave ourselves, and confine ourselves
In something more than bliss.
Marriage is a haven, that piles itself
Atop the world’s prejudice,
And sinks it further
Into the heavy ground.
Draw now
Those blinds over your eyes,
And do not aim to see
Those I aim to hurt,
As those who wish to dispel us
From kept love.
Modern Romanticism 
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