Love Poetry
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God adores thee, as He sits beside me,Upon my dying bed of agony.My disease has been this welded momentWelding my heartstrings through themselves.Breathe into me,Your life, as a kiss,God will hold thy feeble hand,For I am an old man,With many sorrows.And you are His woman, His nuptial being. God has loved you more than me,God…
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In love with an aroma,That comes from arms that dance in the sun.In love with cheeks,That sprout alike the moon, when full.In love with strands of hair,That rain upon shoulders and neck.Though, I am in love with lips,That bloom the boldest color. I am in love with lips,Breathing with the exhaustion in repeated sighs,Designed by…
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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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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…
Modern Romanticism 