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Today's feature is poems of the 'Dark Side' of love. This site is for my love, Whitney
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A lecture upon thy heart
My visions of love, so infinitely deep,
Showed me what crimson joy is like.
Thine innocence appear'd that pure and right,
Thence my secret no longer I can keep.
Thy heart is for what I always fought
Even though my chances seemed nought.
Art thou the goddess of love herself?
Why not everyone as thou so jocund?
Lightheartedness is what I meant
By comparing to thou joy itself.
thy heart is what I need utmost
Even though mine seemed closed.
Real love's today so scarce:
I regret that it's value declin'd,
Nowadays righteousness' hard to find
And unfortunately no one cares.
Thy heart is for what I always fought
'Cause my mind's desire kept me caught.
Thine eyes, shiny bright, promise truth.
Endless truth's indeed what they impart.
I long for thee ev'ry second we're apart,
For thou spreadst out thy still fresh youth.
Thy heart is what I need utmost
'Cause I not surviv'd if thou goest.
Into my heart thou wouldst fit,
Where my feelings are hidden.
But is love by law forbidden?
Any way I'm attracted by thy wit.
Thy heart is for what I always fought
Even though my chances seemed nought.
Never forget to keep up real values,
For that defines our life in many ways
As long as it exists and it decays,
As long as we seek for love and truth.
Thy heart is what I need utmost
'Cause I not surviv'd if thou goest.
End to moral, end to my quest,
No end to love, no time to rest,
No end to love, no tears to shed,
No end to love, thine to get.
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Cupido
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Cupido - dead he is!
Weep and mourn his death,
That cannot be compensated.
Cupido - the one so wise,
Was killed with cowardice
By mankind, oversaturated.
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The master of love sublime
Was just a victim of our time,
Dominated by soulless Casanovas.
O Cupido - Love's God,
Thou condemnest us not,
But beheldst us, eternal lovers.
III
Protector of truth - now perished,
By myself a lifetime cherished,
Will be missed by no one.
Cupido - love's divine relation,
Had to suffer craven assassination,
Planned by comfortable, bitter man.
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O Cupido - son of Venus,
Do arise and do save us
From this hellish human heaven.
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When I saw thee sail away,
And with the other dinghies mingle;
When I saw thy face so gay
Between every boat though single,
I thought heaven . . .
While waiting for thy return,
And imagining thee being near;
While observing thy boat turn
And hoping thee coming back down here,
I thought heaven . . .
Even though I felt alone,
And do know that thou dost not love me;
Even though thy boat was gone
Heaven
And my heart so empty without thee,
I thought heaven . . .
For thy face being tender,
And thine eyes spreading warmth and brightness;
For thou being a wonder
The only one by far the greatest,
I thought heaven must be you.
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