(no less) SubtleA Poem by Nina LoveThe truth is neither black nor white, But a subtle shade of grey. My blood is neither ruby nor blue, But the subtle shade of sky in may. Love is neither pure nor ever-bright, But casts a subtlety of ever-changing light, And I am neither perfect nor goddess, But a subtle form of beautiful. No less... No less than she Who glows beside me. I am no less strong, No less the warrior, Yet they all underestimate me For my subtlety.
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Added on February 13, 2008 Last Updated on March 6, 2008 |

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