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How Do I Love Thee?

Contributed by urban_alien on Wednesday, 17th March 2004 @ 07:41:36 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

How do I love thee?
Like the hopeless romantic who stares
At the figure of Venus
And cries, "I love thee, Venus!"

Love?
Oh! How I sigh when I think of love!
Love for that which I can never hold,
Never look upon in's sleep.
Love for that with which I can ne'er exchange
Softly spoken words and promises of eternity.

Love?
Oh! How I die when I think of love!
I die inside and my cynical mind talks of foolishness.
I want to make no slave of you,
And lovers are always slaves to the futile
Beatings of their hearts.

Sickening and starving,
Crying, and screaming silently
"No good can come of this!"
Torture-torn and broken,
Like the death of Passion.
Bleeding and dying
Telling love to a reflection
In shards of broken glass;
Glass tears that break as they roll from my eyes
And reach the ground beneath,
Now only splinters of a shattered heart.

How do I love thee?
Like that same hopeless romantic
Just waiting,
Waiting for the statue to come alive.
"I love thee, Venus," he whispers,
His voice now failing from that same
Much-repeated proclamation.
And soft! How he dies whispering those same fruitless words.

Love?
You cannot love a shadow,
That haunts your mind in a statuesque attitude,
That imagines your body in grotesque technicolour,
That seeks your soul with an arabesque longing.
How did it come to this?

Oh! How I cry when I think of love!
And I think that the world must end
Whilst I am still musing...
"How do I love thee?"

08/03/2004

Copyright © urban_alien ... [ 2004-03-17 07:41:36]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: How Do I Love Thee? (User Rating: 1 )
by ChaosBound on Wednesday, 17th March 2004 @ 08:36:13 AM AEST
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Nice place is it not...
Great poem still love it,
Thank you.
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