insult met by grace once bled
far from reason heart seceded from
head
my lover was scorned
outstretched my arms to touch
your face now so close to mine
missing you, this much
my body is aching
believing what it is worth i come to you
with full intentions of respect
love outrageous and plentiful in effect
sigh, sweetly
i know that trust is long from regained
i may offer honesty to break the bread
my worst nightmare to hurt you again
i love you
i love you
i
love
you.
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Written March 7th, 2006
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I absolutely agree, as you may have realised and properly know I wrote that under rules for all those out there that don’t realise that the extra minute you spend on the lay out of you poem can make to difference between a nice poem and mind blowing pieces. However there are always those exceptions out there that choose to write a poem without capitalisation and can get away with it. You’re poem is a good example of it. I can really feel the despair dripping from between the lines and the hurt in the background.. the line about breaking the bread it extremely strong and wonderfully written.
Rivage
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