Marriage
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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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“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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Let us find, within each other’s eyes,The horrid filth from a faceless world,We see it, and do not adore it.We have it, the love between us and it.And we watch,While we glide,Among clouds and birds, alike.We feel, with empathy that collides,Into our unfurled desires,The desire to shape, the desire to mold. You have a face
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For what I behold,A Face of Inspiration,Gained from who I love,And all I love,Being she,And her heart, made of gold. Behold, before thee,Beautiful woman,Who belongs to me.There is much weeping upon my face,My eyes once showed tragedy,And now they behold the highest joy. Deny nothing,We’ve become the everything.Your face is there for my quill,And the
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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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Famous and beaming with red,Lovely until you fall dead,With the stead of undying love.Romance has quaked our realm,While nectar falls from your breasts,Live in me, oh, beauty from the North. Give yourself to me,My final companion.We shall live and die with the union.We shall make poetry from our voices.Our marriage will bloom for many morrows,And
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We were made to adore,The liveliness of life,The sweetness of a kiss,Upon the North, above your head, on the lidsTo your fabulous eyes;It has divided my territory. I had once conquered all,I believed I was once God,The wielder of life.Simplicity is only made through smallness,And the sameness of what I recognize.When I kiss thee, all
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With fewest steps to climb,In an amorous avalanche of emotion,Wandering upwards, to where a faceGlistens, and has been frozen.I, with marble, in hand,Smear its molten material upon thee,And make thee a face of beauty and frailty,Because, I have come from the realm of love. Eyes gilded as sapphires,And lips swiped upon, with rubyPaint; and listless,
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“A man’s remorse is the knife that edges his life on the sharp end. His reflection is hideous, and he will not stare too long into that reflection, before moving away from it. What links the man to achievement? It is the relief away from that remorse. For it is because a man has stared
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Q: You say that to seek the “evidence of God”, one must look no further than upon themselves and their yearnings? A: What have we of the “Second Coming”? It can only mean that such an event is similar to any other event in one’s life, that involves the “return of love”. As well, the
Modern Romanticism 