Romantics Which Came Before Me

A realisation of the un-individual nature of a young man's love.

Surely not,
To have been touched
By mortal hands as these,
Who knew my heart
Centuries before I breathed.

Perhaps my love is not unique
As I once believed.
Undiminished however,
For I have your love,
Therefore mine's the superior experience.

Forfend the romantic poets who came before me,
For my love for you shall be my shovel,
With which I bury their names forever.

The End

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