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A Blossom of Purity at My Door
A poem of thought in the pond at my entrance.
She floated alone, complete in her being
I ventured near, held in wonder
Her petals reached up, her spirit all-seeing
My hopes destroyed, my heart torn asunder.
The pale hue that graced her depth of soul
Made me quiver, a helpless child
She wrestled from me my love’s control
Leaving my worthy ardor defiled.
Of course it was not she who cast me out
It was a villain far more hateful and cruel.
It was the shadow that lurks within — doubt
That revealed my heart to be a hapless fool.
How could I dare to gaze at such a dream?
How could one such as me dare to show my face?
Inside I wilted, my love yearned to scream
Do I not know my place?
My only choice is to grasp a moment her beauty to capture.
My only solace is one lonely picture for my soul to enrapture.
Thanks for thinking.
Find the beauty outside your door. It’s there.