Love Poem
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Play for me,Dear, struggling woman,Though, our patterns be great,They seem to turn upon their own command.I found love upon your own throne,Upon your own grace,Upon your own face.Tears struggle mad to free themselves,From daily confinement.Bruised and scorned by the sun,Patterns grow immense, in all levels of sadness.I see futures born from all variousMoments in sickness.…
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In what I see, is nothing more than the drenching,From the skies, being my eyes.My face is sometimes,The kind wing,Though also the harsh leather.I see Earth beneath my feet,And I have crushed many cities,My guilt resonates as something I’ve condemned. I’ve said upon guilt,“Let yourself free from me,For you are free,And so should I be.”It…
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Pale skinned woman, and blue eyes of the North,Fill the Earth with your pleasure,For you have captivated me.I see newness in every shape,Each origin to what I have attemptedTo ever forget.Death deals upon me a greater restraint,Than ever love did. Your face and searing eyes,That burn holes in my own.Uplift me to the highest of…
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When I fight for love,For the peace of another,It is not meWho wishes to be happy.It is another, I aim to be,Among for, in truest plenty. To bless a peace inside an aching heart,To stay for cheeks I’d kiss away falling tears,To kiss even the eyes, themselvesAs I’d always do,When I fight for love, it…
Modern Romanticism 