Chad Martin Natividad Poems

I don't know if I love her.
She is absent and unaware.
I have partially opened my heart.
Do I love something not even there?
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My head falls deep into
Her shoulders, gently,
As she would not need to nudge.
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A woman, through a man’s eye, should be seen as a flower.
Like a flower, a woman bears grace and various beauties.
The kind wind breathes into them life and delicate splendor.
A woman hides her pride and a flower keeps its duties.
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Flesh of my flesh, you are in my care
Do not dread for filth and froth
Soap and water are your friends this day
As for every day that you are in my thoughts
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I can see no difference now,
May it be in life or in death.
The gift of thought isn't very convenient,
Now that I've lost a valuable ally, a friend.
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Maybe rainbows do come after the rain,
Yet disappear the minute I check,
And all there is that remains
Are the tracks of the storm-the wreck
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