UnconditionalA Poem by Amber "Victoriomantic" HartA poem written when my muse returned. The final stanza has been buzzing in my creative center for about a year now.
It is the infusion of tea leaves on a cold winter morn,
Warmly carressing the body From head down to toe It is the tears through the night caused by a pillow Held tight in place of a body; A pillow that almost seems to breathe It is not the desire to be eternally right; But rather the insistence to be wrong It is a shadow of a doubt Cast on the doubts of oneself It is as fresh as the smile of a toddler Yet as ancient as a crease on the elderly cheek It does not mourn its own passing, But instead grows back stronger ever more It is the dew on the breast of a morning petal And is the face of the flower turned to the sun It is cursed when all hope is lost And yet welcomed most at such a time It is that which broadens the senses Yet focuses them to only one It is the waves of emotion, the flames of desire; The security of the earth and the dance of the wind It is often misinterpreted and cast aside And yet is longed for, and blessedly nurtured It is the epitome of subtlety And yet as obvious as a thunderclap It is the hearbeat of the morning sun And the peaceful light of moon Love is like a rose; It at first seems full of thorns, But in reality is soft, Gentle, delicate and beautiful, If you dare to get close enough. © 2010 Amber "Victoriomantic" HartAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 28, 2010 Last Updated on January 28, 2010 AuthorAmber "Victoriomantic" HartUnited KingdomAboutHi everyone. My name is Amber JS Hart, and I am 20 years old. I live in England, and am studying for a psychology degree at the University of Surrey. I am also a Youth Worker for young people with mi.. more..Writing
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