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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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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