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The bitter wind stings our faces
like a lover stings our hearts.
We want to push away those feelings, but
like the cold, we cannot seem to warm ourselves.

We pray that the sun delivers us from
the grip of the rose and
lays us down upon a bed of petals.
The comfort of a soft love.

Too soon do the seasons change.  
Spring to fall, and then finally winter.
Beautiful things die or go dormant, but
we know in our hearts that spring will come again.
©2009 =Mattiello
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Love is beautiful, but eventually it seems to decline. You date someone, and then the relationship seems to become almost nothing; meaning, your girlfriend/boyfriend doesn't talk to you as much as they used to.

but, it's not that he/she doesn't love you. He/she is simply comfortable.

I've seen some relationships break up over this. Neither party could really understand the problem, but once it was over it was obvious.

Keep this in mind.

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It's a very sad misunderstanding isn't it? I know it all too well. You've described it perfectly, and I love your usage of the seasons throughout the piece. This is wonderful. :heart:

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Oooh...loving the association of soft love as a bed of petals. Really nice. ~K

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Thank you so very much.

Yes, it is sad, but we get through it.

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:iconmattiello:
thanks!

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Lovely piece. I think I can understand where this piece is going, although I'll have to comment my say in this matter. Love is something bittersweet. The idea of love in itself is subjective and may not be the same within a relationship. One may give it his/her all but the other may not reciprocate the exact amount of emotional & spiritual investment as the former. How it started and how it ended are the only things that we can be assured of when it comes to the concept of love. Love is a double edge sword... and yet we still yearn for it. Maybe it's because instinctively man walk on this Earth all alone. Anyways, bravo! Excellent piece man.

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That's just it. We grow up with this "concept" of love. Why does society push this concept upon us as young ones? It's not like we could even begin to understand. Therefore, we grow up thinking that love is such a simple thing - black and white even. But, we realize that it isn't like that at all when it's too late. Our hearts can be crushed or we learn to push aside our dreams of a love-filled relationship.

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:icondessie3:
you find out what real love is
when its cold

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:iconmattiello:
lol. yes, we do.

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:icondoskono:
This one is utterly amazing! Inspiring even. It's nice to see modern poetry use natural elements. With society and technology in the way... But the combination of our natural affection for others and the natural world harmonizes perfecly. You have done this in an amazing way.

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