Love Poetry
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What I devotefrom an imperfect heartmade out of iron,are the perfect edgesof a diamond.I’m not beggingfor an eternitywhile I’ve knownit was alwaysa moment insidedelicate reach.I’ve come downwith a weightto leave in the dirt,dedicating brittle,honest presenceto unite.Hold out your hand,glistening from tearsyou’ve let flyfrom half-open eyes.Hold out your heartfor this starlit adoration,under an infinite skymatching our…
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All in the shade,kisses keeping lowthe blue from us,a choice madeafter a sessionin a storm.Green meadowsare far out of reach,while we decayin a gentle embraceof death’s way.Striving for eonsthat won’t relievehow we’ve seethed,blinded to tearsthat revisit.Monochrome oceans,mouths that begfor the sun’s returnwhile we drift on,while we’re mourningin the morning.This isn’t anythingto be rowing for,while dirt…
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Rain with mea blessing we bothcan retrievefrom its neutral status,with our devoted hearts,our stable hands.We can exhumewhat we repressed,delivering our petalsto open lips.We can dreamour oceans combined,bring in the wavesover naked shores.Light is notour devouring enemyas it restson our shoulders.We’ve suffered enoughto not wish to resistits teeming presence.Sickness is the flutterin our abdomens,the music that…
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Ten fingerscontinue their pushin their perspectiveof what’s warm,what fuels fireto keep burning.Two minds,two halves of a heartbound into unityoverlap into eternity.We’ve loved,starving for tomorrowto cure our sorrowinto poignancy.Raining tressesdecorate your art,your divine bodyas a sculpture of snow.Glimmering eyescapture all around us,send me an invitationto accept your song.I’ll drink your presencelike a wine,dancing to the tunepresenting…
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Melt the snowfrom frozen fingers.Calm a lake,for symmetrical,revealing reflections.I’ve been believingsince the momentwhen we clashed,since we first erupted,with a pieced togethersmile from Heaven.I’ve been hopingthe tears won’t sweepour bodies in their rushto fall to our feet.If we kiss again,will we hold the momentby our heartstrings,by what rhythm brings?Life has drenched usin bitter fluids,while love has…
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Division, parting ways witha decision. Hearing still,when you wake, when you scream,falling at what might beyour final breath. I still yearnto catch you, in these arms,which are still burninglike the boughs of a tree,caught in its blaze. I still keepwith what remains unitedamong cherished dreams,where kisses swelled,upon our wings, where we soldour hearts, being nakedin…
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What did you do?Going there, knowing wheremy body might fall,letting the rocks come loose,from mountains. I am still wishingthat you, with your infinite turnswill return. I am still hopingthat secrets are not your way.I am still glancingover these pale shouldersto see something I I had missed, like another reflection of mineI had left, in thosebottomless…
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Distant scars,like loosened rainfall.Present memories,like these forever fields,running with those trickles, from a lost pairof extinguished eyes. I still yearn to keep youcaptured, in these arms –ones that have roamed,forever, to meet you, to greet youwhile you are findingother ways, to treat yourself. I am losingsight, of a little candleflame,though I wantto keep the present…
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Once, we werelike devils, plummetinginto the Hell of each other’s arms,swarmed with heat,like a desert where nothinghad ever quenched usin our even thirst. We could have come upto see the sun, to observewhere we could run,holding each other close, but we werewailing like infants,roped in, dying withinterminal in what we began,whenever it ended. We have…
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I keep pondering. Looking overyour shoulders and mine,caught in a sudden danceof unified paranoia.I bring you closer to find eyesexactly like mine. I hear your sighscomparable to breezesthat send leaves spiraling.We dance in this continual twist,hearing our names floodedat our decaying feet. All we have committedin these regained hoursis a relit torch. A heart that…
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If those stars can be counted,with the melting candlesbaring their relit wicks withour hearts repeatedly beatingfor no other excuse, no other reasonthat wind will only move usto each other’s arms,as we kiss, beyond our shells,beyond our warming Hell. If our eyes can be found,let us know no soundother than rhythms hearddeep in an ocean, brought…
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Rush. Touch.With faint eyes,limp arms, nothing is everhalfway to being over.We have fallennext to each other,looking at our clouds,dark, but never raining. Barren stage. We are here,counting seconds, beforeanother beginning,another act to begin playingour scores, our shallow insightsinto a betterment,other than simple blights. Will we find somethingbeyond the clouds,beyond haze? A curtain is oftena third…
Modern Romanticism 