It is not about the amount of luck,
Nor is it the lack of it,
That makes us more intrigued about love,
That grows to such an unbreakable limit.
The limit that is untouched by others,
But only ourselves.
We who realize the truths about life,
From the saddening thought of losing it.
We become weary of our own,
From the thought that losing them will make us alone.
And so their lives become entitled to our love...
And become entitled to our hearts.
We become greater initiates of our lives,
When we are faced with the risk of losing them.
The risk, their battle, in which some of them lose,
Yet touch the many hearts, as they do.
This battle, I have been a part of,
Rather She has been attacked by.
The attack that she holds off,
The heartfelt battle she daily defies.
Day and night, it is scarce to hear a silenced attacker,
Yet it makes her unbelievable will to fight, stronger.
And everyday She inspires us with the same answer;
That She will fight it with her Heart, and put an end to cancer.
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In Memory to those who have lost the battle against cancer,
And in Support to those still fighting it.
Monday, January 19, 2009
In Memory... (Updated)
Posted by Saphoetic at 6:47 PM
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4 comments:
awwe >__<
does she know you wrote this poem for her?
I'm trying to make it perfect. Then I will. So any opinons about improvements?
Again, I fall short on words to praise yours. I love how you capitalized "She."
You're writing is a source of comfort. <3
Thank you very much for such a praise. I greatly appreciate it!
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