Simple Thing Called LoveA Poem by Iota"I am my worst enemy when it comes to love"What is it that we seek, when we seek love? Is it the outward appearance? A temporary fix for a lonely heart desiring to feel human touch. Do we seek the real or the fantasy with love? I think about the many times I closed my heart to the possibilities of love, out of fear of being hurt again. How I allowed my past to rule my future. Blindly placing everyone into the same box. Feeling like no one deserved a chance at my heart. Thinking I would be a fool to trust a woman again. Knowing the same outcome was destined to appear. The strength it took, to turn my pointing fingers inward towards the one who deserved it. It was I, who ignored the obvious warning signs. Turning a blind eye to the truth of my selections. I allowed physical beauty and sexual sensations to be the masters of my mind and host of my decisions. While ignoring the true beauty of her mind and the uniqueness of her spirit. It was my own doing that sabotaged my love. I blamed it on her for being estranged. When all along it was me who was false. Love is such a simple and obtainable thing. First we must fix within us the broken Shattered pieces of unreachable dreams that society has painted as deceptions of what love should mean to us. Love is the ability to stand on a cliff and with open eyes dive off it. knowing there is no end, no bottom for love is everlasting and forgiving. © 2009 IotaFeatured Review
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Added on December 28, 2009Last Updated on December 28, 2009 Tags: Love, Relationships AuthorIotaCordova, TNAboutClick Image to Enlarge Adult Image Hosting Many consider me to be an erotic poet, but there is much more to me than erotica. I have to be inspired to write so most of my work is inspired by list.. more..Writing
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