romanticindeed
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I fell beside thee,And formed for us, quilt made of romance.I love all that you are, of all eyes made to be orbs,For the future’s peering, into its watery distance.We sail in our fear,And quake beneath tears,Oh, how terrible are the stars under your eyes,You’ve made a bed for us both,A bed of love, made…
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I so love you, among all the fairest angels, Death clings upon your tresses, And love upon your lips. Beautiful eyes of vivid gleam, And arms that trail the longest paths, Upwards to Heaven, and never to Hell.
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Fill me with the energy,To attack a traitor.I saw her playing with power,Under the sun.Under her round moon,A face of many.Ovular as eggs,To plant creation into a nest,A bosom white,Dropping the hued-red apples. Though, she’s betrayed all of love,All of the safety from a ruler.She faces the wrath of God.The downpour from His hand;The Hand…
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Make of the torment,What thou will,Make of it.The priests call cues of negligence,Make faces ripe with consequence.And deliver judgement,Like God in deliverance.Oh, woman! A passion of mine. A careful consideration,To what may be beautiful,Has long been beautiful,Beside me, in her endearment.Beauty makes apples,And apples for breasts. I am tired of loathingThe external,Of my sordid disposition,Of…
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Oh, when you’ve begun to weep in the sickness Of your unending pain. What embrace can I offer, Different from the last? What kiss may I give, More compassionate than the former?
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Let fall what water will drop to taste,The shadow from a woman’s edgesTo blue eyes within a puddle of ivory.I feel from them, the ripples of despair,The love we behold, is a pain of memory,Love has been bridged,Over cherished hills of cherry tops.Above a breast and a nipple,And two lips that aim to kiss,The temple…
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In admiration of your form,Upon the pedestal where you stand,The base to make you a statue,Raised high enough for viewing eyes.In loving you, I have made art,I have made a woman of marble. I love thee, with all thy famous beauty.Console me, dear one, with all the infamous tragedy.The fallen tears, down from your cheeks,Will…
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“The woman’s body is the land, inevitable to grow the flower that smells of rotten flesh, or the flower that remind one of a fragrant meadow. Of all men and their belief that a woman should be decorated, it is a false belief. Of a woman’s mind, and to say that a man cannot comprehend…
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Faced with a cheek,Of rose and ivory together,Unlike the many splintered faces,Not rent apart by so many tears,That you keep beneath the swept reddish hair,I feel thee, with a weight that pulls, and does not press. I believe,That love can truly dance.It is, as I’ve seen it, with eyes upon the hands,At thy waist, and…
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Let us find, within each other’s eyes,The horrid filth from a faceless world,We see it, and do not adore it.We have it, the love between us and it.And we watch,While we glide,Among clouds and birds, alike.We feel, with empathy that collides,Into our unfurled desires,The desire to shape, the desire to mold. You have a face…
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There is much to adore of a form so raw with flesh. She shows bravery by walking to a place where she may admire her form. As I peer through this window to see her, I may watch the breasts move upwards, as she steers such a form. I may see her cheeks with redness…
Modern Romanticism 