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Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poem – “Oh, Love; How can You Weep?” – Romance

July 21, 2019
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How can weeping be a benefit,
During when hope lies fruitful and hale?
You continue to see tears like raining sapphires,
Like raining blood, like raining rubies.
Like the emerald between your fingers,
Like grass that has been taken.

Oh, when you’ve begun to weep in the sickness
Of your unending pain.
What embrace can I offer,
Different from the last?
What kiss may I give,
More compassionate than the former?

You have tears still hanging loosely
On that forlorn stare of yours
.
It burns holes in my mountain of pride,
And makes the forests crumble to ash.
Love holds its doors open,
For us to walk through its gates,
And you’ll weep, merely weep,
Despite our hopes, despite our wishes.

Has faith been lost in you?
Under the many doubtful turns
,
Have you come to quake
In the fear,
Because of my doings,
Of my lack of them?

Upon the floor, you crawl with eyes streaming such sadness,
Above my arms, I attempt to let you see, the Heavens for their blue,
And you stream sadness,
Upon Hell and its washed hues to make shades.

I feel strong, only when faith is an occurrence,
Never weak, and never faltering, when there’s no doubt,
From you, my wicked beauty.

Make me want you, more than the highest angels,
I am no monster, my love, no devil of danger.

We kiss, do we not, when we desire relief?

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Words of Wisdom – “The Man to the Woman” – 6/30/2019

June 30, 2019
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“The man’s words will never directly reach a woman’s mind, no matter if they aren’t romantic. Even when logical, they will strike to her heart and pluck the strings like notes played upon a harp. This is for the reason that a woman admires honesty, while logic is the epitome to honesty. Those words will raise or lower themselves, like Heaven to her head, or Hell to her knees. A man will sing a song, while playing a woman’s body as an instrument. No negative expression in this, for such words do not need to be a shout, nor the strings plucked to make the music of disorder. The music can sound as elegant as the chirping bird when upon the bough of some birch.”

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