Unconditional

Unconditional

A Poem by Amber "Victoriomantic" Hart
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A poem written when my muse returned. The final stanza has been buzzing in my creative center for about a year now.

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It is the infusion of tea leaves on a cold winter morn,
Warmly carressing the body
From head down to toe

It is the tears through the night caused by a pillow
Held tight in place of a body;
A pillow that almost seems to breathe

It is not the desire to be eternally right;
But rather the insistence to be wrong

It is a shadow of a doubt
Cast on the doubts of oneself

It is as fresh as the smile of a toddler
Yet as ancient as a crease on the elderly cheek

It does not mourn its own passing,
But instead grows back stronger ever more

It is the dew on the breast of a morning petal
And is the face of the flower turned to the sun

It is cursed when all hope is lost
And yet welcomed most at such a time

It is that which broadens the senses
Yet focuses them to only one

It is the waves of emotion, the flames of desire;
The security of the earth and the dance of the wind

It is often misinterpreted and cast aside
And yet is longed for, and blessedly nurtured

It is the epitome of subtlety
And yet as obvious as a thunderclap

It is the hearbeat of the morning sun
And the peaceful light of moon

Love is like a rose;
It at first seems full of thorns,
But in reality is soft,
Gentle, delicate and beautiful,

If you dare to get close enough.

© 2010 Amber "Victoriomantic" Hart


Author's Note

Amber "Victoriomantic" Hart
Irregularity in stanzas and punctuation is a recurring aspect of my poetry.

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A very well written exposé on Love. I especially like this line:

"It is cursed when all hope is lost
And yet welcomed most at such a time"

As horrible as unrequited or lost love makes one feel, the drive and desire for humans to have it causes us to relentlessly search for it and "damn the torpedos".
You show a wisdom beyond your years with this piece!


Posted 14 Years Ago


I like it. I'm not even sure why. As said earlier, though it does have irregular stanza's, it seems to flow and i like this bit especially: "It is as fresh as the smile of a toddler
Yet as ancient as a crease on the elderly cheek"

Posted 14 Years Ago


How true to the nature of, "Unconditional Love." I like this piece it flows like a photo album full of pictures of live. Great work!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing imagery. Loved it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Amber "Victoriomantic" Hart
Amber "Victoriomantic" Hart

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Hi everyone. My name is Amber JS Hart, and I am 20 years old. I live in England, and am studying for a psychology degree at the University of Surrey. I am also a Youth Worker for young people with mi.. more..

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