Romantic
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How do I, describe the one,Who has, lifted me, from deprivation?How do I, describe the woman,So beautiful, as to, unearth woes, from a, past life? To make me see, all that, has come to be,And the failures, from faiths, I transgressed, too horridly,All mathematics, and all stars,Point to an answer, I’ve long been, desiring to…
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I could see the necessity in wishing to know,The love I’ve come to commit to my own atrocity.My beauty, you have exquisiteness in every breath,And a mark upon your shoulder has been to count,Each subtle sigh under morning light,In before I come to share my place near your death. Love at my left hand, and…
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A woman’s heart is to me, the cherished stone. I walk from where I sat, to her face, and bury only myself in her tears. They come out from dark eyes as sweet to taste, for she is happy! Happiness! So alien was the word, whenever I’d writhe in a torment back in my home.…
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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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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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You surround yourself in an ebony shield,An ebony garb, made by your loathing.It feels to me like a weight upon my palms,For I am the one who holds it close,Like a man without the groping tensionOf one perpetual shame. Disease and wine swim well with the other,How famous we are, when in love,But never so…
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With desire, feed me wine,Among pain, make yourself as mineBeneath sheets that fade away thy purest form,As all angels weep above in their enclosure. For I have destined myself,To wed myself,With yourself, a queen of a night,A desire and a might. You have felt the sin,To which we ran the watersOver our palms,And over the…
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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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Go belittle all else!Unto this rotten love,Of all else given,We’ve dismembered enough,As our cries show many agonies,Many moments of eternity. We are frail children,Tiny ones of no might.We have death as mothers,And cruelty as fathers. We are children perhaps of love?We are what remains of a rotten world,And its disguised future.Funerals surround us in antiquity.…
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Where should I fathom myself,Upon the furthest glacier that remains stagnant,To the most nurturing of moons?Blessed beauty, you’ve seen me,And my fingers are broken.And you’ve seen me, too,With eyes that are swollen and red.I’ve wept the nights away. I’ve also felt strength alike a god,And you’ve seen that, too.I’ve died repeatedly,For what I believe, truthfully.The…
Modern Romanticism 