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Trials of Love's Judgement
What more of me shall suffice
I've poured my heart's content
of what I am no more no less
a stringless puppet
Here I stand a naked man
I've stripped myself of stubborn pride
so that I may listen to understand
what kinds of thorns grow
on your hands
Your touch to my skin
is like that of a rose petal
and after a thousand years
I know now why you have stayed
cause my love means more
than all the heartache
I've poured my heart's content
of what I am no more no less
a stringless puppet
Here I stand a naked man
I've stripped myself of stubborn pride
so that I may listen to understand
what kinds of thorns grow
on your hands
Your touch to my skin
is like that of a rose petal
and after a thousand years
I know now why you have stayed
cause my love means more
than all the heartache
Published 14th Oct 2013
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14th Oct 2013 3:15pm
the last two lines hit hard for me.
I think a lot of people have felt the same way.
nice write
I think a lot of people have felt the same way.
nice write
14th Oct 2013 3:55pm
The metaphor "naked man" stood out for me. As if it gave me a slap to the cheek reminding me
of something I sort of was. This is nice.
of something I sort of was. This is nice.
15th Oct 2013 00:52am
thank you EmptyTree, what I did here was try to depict man's pride as a sort of hardened shell which as goes for most men (not all) that it can be stripped from the very fabrics of his flesh. A pride of man being a man when it comes to showing his love and affection for a woman when that love goes too far to comprehend.
14th Oct 2013 11:51pm
