The Depths: A Poem

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Love is hated, feared,

Perverted and used,

Like fruit in a vice,

It is wholly drained and bruised,

Love is a stranger to some,

Watched through windows in others' lives,

Reserved for the weak and dumb,

Are those who yield to its burning fire,

But for some, it's like a precious treasure,

Given and received, it multiplies,

Like ocean's waves it reaches further,

To draw out truth hidden behind a charmer's lies.


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5 years ago

voted up


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, f! :)


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

A lovely work!


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, WillStarr! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)


ExoticHippieQueen 5 years ago

Intriguing, Ebower. Love the pic, too. Voted up and awesome!


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, ExoticHippieQueen! I enjoyed writing this and I thought the picture complemented the poem well. Thanks for voting! :)


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Terishere 5 years ago

Loved the poem! Voted up and beautiful!

Terri


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, Terishere!


5 years ago

The photo is expressive, too!

Blessings.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks! I like it as well. :)

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