Violent and vehement my passion be
For I have forsaken the purest intention of my very soul
To deny my dignity and self love was to forget the very thing that blessed it so.
Forgive me as I forgive myself, I was blind. Have not a heavy heart for I was poor
Poor be it of my own strength and thus could not see it and yours.
For what it be you have stolen my heart and for that I am rich.
I hold it for myself once again and am reminded of how I am blessed. Forever and again I will hold you close and be reminded of your love for you are me and in that full knowingly I will never again be blind.
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Tiffany & Me
RomanceThis is poem I wrote to a lover in my early 20s. I was grieving and celebrating my love of her as well as rediscovering the love for myself. It helped me grieve, grow and find closure from a relationship with her to one, once again, with myself.
