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Up from deprivation, I’ll begin, to raise thee,To my contemplation, I have seen, to pull thee,By my regret, I have not been, to free thee,From a slumber, from a pain, from a madnessThat should only, be known, to me.Why should thou feel, when I am only, to suffer?Such confuses me,Whenever I see thee,Born with tears,…
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Find me where wine surrounds,An airport and its buzzing engines.Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,Find faces to feel their praise.I will love until eternity is torn apart,We will love until paradise is what surrounds,With violet scents,And beauty’s dose of awe. Safety is where I will find your touch,Your lips is where…
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Fancy yourself dressed,In the fanciest gown,Decked with the rubies of a life once loved,In all your aromatic kisses,And eyes that glow in the haze of a summer’s night.Beauty! Now, dance for me. Find me in the garden,With thy roses plucked,And thy breasts revealed,I find your loneliness a thwarting thing,I find no pleasure,From the previous day.…
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When upon the time in a distant romance,When love once guarded her form,When a frame had guarded a painting,When my arms had guarded truth,I knew for once in my life,That my home is not this home;It is the space in her heart,And upon a face, where quivers an aching smile,I would die to know her,…
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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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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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“In what a woman denies, it is the aspect of devotion. She still yearns for it. In what a man denies, it is his strength, the willpower he must possess to return to her. When we relate a ‘Second Coming’ of Christ to these differences, we behold denial and yearning. A woman’s lover, was Christ,…
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Where beauty forms endless trails, Alike to your bleeding heart, Where veins softly flow, The vermilion blood, of a tired afternoon.
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Her face, encased in ice, Winter has made a fine print, Love has been replaced, With a tear. Beauty has been replaced, With a sculpture of ice, And I still draw it close for a kiss.
Modern Romanticism 