Without ConditionsA Poem by Chris Shaw
I love you most for your imperfections
and even more for those major flaws. I can hold them like a spring bouquet that you gave to me in early May, wilted and torn, worn from the chill of winds. Yet I'd gladly take those blooms regardless that their stems are bent, regardless that they're broken and more so as they've lost their scent for they are but a token. They remind me of me, quite often in a boat at sea, struggling to stay afloat. Quite often perceiving simplicity as complex, it's the wiring of me, the way my brain functions. I have my flaws too, but my doors remain open, accessible and true.
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36 Reviews Added on May 18, 2019 Last Updated on May 18, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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