#love poems
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Bleed, as I do, for the cruelty in the dew, Of each tear that falls as elegantly as you do.
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The cracks within me, smile,Burning tragedy away for a while.Love would have been gentleWith your hands upon my fragile form.I am a broken man,With a bottle of anger in his hand,As the cracks upon the bottleLaugh and laugh. Love is dutiful,Love is beautiful,When there are those to hold it in clearness.Though, the bottle shows spots,And…
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Love holds a soul,That which I cannot hold.Because, the tear that was descending my cheekIs falling from my chin, to meet my feet. I would kiss the stains at my toes,And hurl Hell upon new foes.Their words had cut us deep, in our treatment of sleep.Our sleep, our loving denial, and its gaze so sweet.…
Modern Romanticism 