These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Porcelain.

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Amor Vincit Omnia...
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In between dreams
Amid the rush of pure thought
Came a flashing insight,
a jolting reminder
That I have held a priceless truth
In fragility and preciousness,
unsurpassed

Strengthened by faith
though been unbelieving
Sustained by courage
despite the bleeding scars
Like a phoenix rising
from the ashes of destruction
Had weakened, had faltered
but rallied again.

Though been submerged
in salty waters
Undamaged it was,
but thoroughly cleaned
Purified by sacrifice of a heart broken
Glazed brilliance enhanced
As only enduring love can

Out of the shadows
from whence it came
Blissful sunshine
poured forth in triumph
No more the hazy, confusing darkness
Only crystal truth,
as it always has been.

- 14th April 2002
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