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To the one I love, I give my heart.

I give to him the very core of my being.

But is it enough?

Are such semi-precious gifts worthy of him?

 

Apprehension and confusion.

They set my blood black and my heart to ash.

Depression causes my soul to whither,

Nothing is left but a quivering lump left behind high walls.

 

To the one I love, I give these tainted gifts.

The ash and cold of my heart that seems to please him.

The scared, sniveling being of my soul suits his need.

But can I keep it thus?

 

The colors of my core are not bright.

I am not lovely under it all,

Just a cowardice shrew of a fake.

The façade I build seems to fool him though.

 

To the one I love, I owe something more.

Raw bitter emotion is no longer enough.

His undeserved love is overwhelming to the extreme.

Can’t he see that I’m not worth such affection?

 

Yet, he alone has the truly rare ability to see me.

He sees the me that even I cannot reach.

In his eyes alone shines my speck of a glittering being.

He finds this acceptable, shouldn’t I?

 

 

-Ryuu :dragon4:

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as corny as it may sound, due to the rather weird feelings of emotion I have raging with in myself, this poem made me cry.. must go get tissue.. Very well done Ryuu... So very touching.. *sniff*

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Glad I'm not the only fool who's gone and fallen in love while still young...

 

If he loves you, and he's "satisfied" with you as you are, there's no need to worry about "making" yourself worthy... You already are. But I find that I feel like this myself sometimes...

 

A very good poem.

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Hahahah, that is SO cool--- I can't tell you how many times I've wished some one would just start "jigging" with it. Well, good FRIDAY morning everybody.

 

And Yo Tas----do you have Yahoo Messanger? If not, get it! It's so much cooler than all the other IM services. My name is Distephano70 on there.

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