Delicate Flower

That I slam the door on your emotions
And ride roughshod through your life
My insensitivity incenses your sensibilities
And devastates your perfect plans

That I know nothing of compromise
Nor do I seem to care to
My adventurous heart knows no restraints
And requests no permissions from you

And yet, it is these arms you seek for comfort
This breast to rest your care worn head
You find no awkwardness in our silences
Forgiving me for incompatible devotion.










Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-02-19 at 21:04

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shells
Opposites attract, your final stanza says it all.
2016-02-21



This is a beautiful and candid description of live. We are not always compatible, but there is love and comfort and understanding.
Ashe
2016-02-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
"Incompatible devotion," an apt description. Well done.
2016-02-19


Nancy Sikora
Perhaps while different you are still complementary. Lovely poem.
2016-02-19



If there was a sound byte option in the comments box, you'd hear me applauding!
2016-02-19