i doubt i will ever understand love


Igloo

And this is her
Glorified.
Stitched to nines and
Futile.
Meanwhile
Unrestrained
Her mind
Points out
Quite simply
~
Love qualifies
Never nullifies
Briefness. Her
Love satisfies herself
Only.
~
Lonely people
Ministered
Become quite
Pale
Then
Somehow one
Apart
Clarifies
Separateness

This is her
Sanctified
Ready to
Be amazed.

This is her glazed...
Yet not glacier.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-01-17 at 06:59

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