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Stowaway

Love is a burden,
a stowaway
on the shipwreck
that is my soul.

I cannot ask
for your forgiveness,
I do not deserve it,
I know.

How could you ever understand?
You - who laughs so easily,
loves so effortlessly
with the heart of a child.

Love is a treasure
waiting to be found,
a stowaway on a vessel
shipwrecked in time.



Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2015-10-29 at 22:00

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Nancy Sikora
Once we've wrecked, it seems easier and freer to carry no burdens. Yet Love also holds such promise...

Beautiful poem.
2015-10-30



This is truly a beautiful poem.
Your work is always a delight:)
2015-10-29


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This piece is very nice. Some people give their heart easily and have no problems with being hurt. Others are reluctant and their treasure must be carefully cradled.
2015-06-08



This is a beautiful poem. Welcome back.
~Ashe
2015-06-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The ship looked a wreck
She thought a little while
From the wreck she took
Some wood - built a boat
Made some ores
Made her way To The Bay
Once more among good friends
Met with smiles - and a good cup of tea
Ken D
2015-06-06



A gorgeous poem with your lovely gentle and wistful style:)
Always a real joy to read your work.
I look forward to it:)
Cxx
2015-06-05