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She has controlled her beauty with evenness. Symmetry within every detail, and symmetry, especially among her smile. I have asked myself a question, if love would be the thing to hold her hand, or perhaps I have, as a flawed man, all the while. I speak these words to resonate myself with guilt. It is…
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Blank face, and greatest of ways,Place my body before you,I test the weight of your gravity,The denial you’ve kept in the knowingOf all I knew to be,Your love, and your lust,Built on stones and steel,In a forge within a home. A face full of mirrors,Is where I see a past so amusing.Memories,Treasured, though buriedAnd you’ll…
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Tolerance, and belligerence,Came together in untold charity.I was the man of fortunes unkempt in my mind,Ambitions of truest sadness,With faces that were many.Blame me, the boldness upon these handsStained with the eruption of grief.Pain is my reward,And your reward is my expression. An expression of what I’ve heldAs a delay to our arrival.Our arrival upon…
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Dawn on me,Your shade of comfort,In my place of great sorrow.Hellish disdain,Among great pain,Has left me open,To the option, of having you near.And you are what is called,“Believable”. A great love, has left its mark,Upon a heart, fleeing in dark.A notion I’ve made clear,Under stars so bright and cruel,That I’ve seen plains full of flame,And…
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Love is a famous thing,My bird, my devil.You have sprouted wings for myself to see,Hoping for this face of mine to utter some sound,That will ignite the world around.Our garden of decay,Is where we share these notes of love,Alike our merry Heaven with a house of stone,Falling to our feet, from above. I will hope…
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Beloved, to describe what is before me,Would perhaps offer me,What to me, craves the plenty –The multiple aspects to your beauty.And as I sit before you, and before my gaze,Towards your marvelous captivity,You show to moon and star,A gaze full of idle awakeningTo what thumps a rhythm in your golden heart,Broken away, are those fragments…
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We’ve grieved a number of times, Enough to starve ourselves of woes and goodbyes, Enough so that we’ll yearn to stay in arms and sighs, With faces marred by tears and excessive pleas Upon that which humanity has come to see, A love of our own, open and wide. I am in love with a…
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Oh, realm of the wicked, where dreams drop from hands like droppings from the bottom of a bird; there is much admiration to stick upon beauty to admire; why withhold what should be offered? Love will lift it, beyond the realm of Men, where flesh is torn and raped. Faces are many that stare with…
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Your spirit resides in turbulence,But, a moth rests itself atop your temple,A grave sits before you, idle and waiting.There’s a place in Heaven, for you,Near the place Christ left, for you. There’s evil that runs so free,Seemingly freer than love, itself.Why do you find yourself in comfort,During when your son has shown sides to him,That…
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Your eyes sparkle youth into being, But, what strength, And, what weakness, I behold, in this feeling! Without description, all that remains Is pure and undeserved pain, Stemming from life that built itself, Upon immoral and unneeded strife. I name all pleasure as our fortune, No home could be ever-more welcoming As your heart. The…
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Before me, you sit with a sorry stare at a rimTo a glass made of the fibers of sand,Love is a breath in the air for our breath,As sweet as the redness in your hairAnd as bitter as the very sight of death,As the very sight of what sticks out in your mind. A face…
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I crawl atop, And I falter beneath, The swimming tears in eyes of emerald, Your face is the picture of immaculacy, In this dreaded room. Come kiss me, beloved, With all your majestic might, This future has never been doomed, Because, as I see above, I see also the night. I see the stars and…
Modern Romanticism 