You need not love me.
Spurn my offering at being
perceived unworthy
of the gift bestowed
upon your wounded heart.
Unvalued in blindness
unacquainted with purity
celebrants sigh
at the breadth
of the fullness expanded.
My best I give,
acceptance
unconditional
delivered
through me.
Simply
offered
in hopes
that you may see yourself
in the reflection
and in turn
accept yourself.
For by unconditional to you
the reflection is unconditional
and that dimension in which love
becomes trapped and labeled unrequited
vanishes
to free the winged soul
once bound by bars of fear
then soars to peace.
A contest entry
- ...:::Secret Love:::... by Lislaine.
525 points, ended April 5, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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"...My best I give,
acceptance
unconditional
delivered
through me..."
What greater gift...
so directly expressed.
"...to free the winged soul
once bound by bars of fear
then soars to peace."
A perfect conclusion
giving hope to love.
A most thoughtful piece,
stirring the imagination
with the title and the theme.
Aesthete
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waw
really beautiful, you really have a talent! I loved it!
Good luck in my contest
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