I cannot dole out
The epitome
...of Being
Love cannot be measured, divided
Withheld or extolled
...in portions
Therefore it is impossible
To love you
…only a little
Intention falls by the wayside
A useless garment
A useless garment
...in your arms
The filament of flesh
Becomes bearable
...after all
J~
Yuriy: How can the thronging words make such an effigy of emotions - Amazed am I.
ReplyDeleteYes it will always be thus...Word's ever-enchanting allure in the thrill of the spill!
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