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HE IS OF THE EARTH
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My love is of the earth.
He is not sun or moon or stars in the sky,
He is of the earth.
The deep color of earth after rain,
When the ground beneath your feet is most alive,
Fingers like vines,
Climb across the bridge of me,
Dipping in and out,
They wrap around the parts of me I thought long abandoned by others.
He finds them,
Pulls them out into the sun,
He is nurturing.
He is new grass,
Barefoot running the wind dancing in my hair.
He is a stream,
A gentle constant pull in which way I should go.
He gives to me what I need.
He is not sun or moon or stars in the sky,
Harsh, or cold, or distant,
My love is of the earth,
My love is pure.
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What beautiful imagery to explain how love feels!
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Great love poem. Very creative and heartfelt. Thanks for sharing!
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I agree this is beautiful imagery. I agree love is pure when it doesn't hurt, or at least it's not damaging (long-term).
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Fingers like vines,Climb across the bridge of me,Dipping in and out,They wrap around the parts of me I thought long abandoned by others.
Picturing the kudzu, really loved this -
What a beautiful and heartfelt piece! Thanks for sharing!