The shy romance of infatuation
The breathless high of recognition
The infinite softness of touch, sound, and loving light
It's all sacrificed
At the altar of meaningless cliches
And nameless swathes of flesh
Primitive.
Unremarkable.
Numbing.
Oh what a sad day it is for love
It's the death of romance as it once lived
And now there's no more room
and no more space
For love to take a single breath.
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