If all I needed
Could be empty jars,
Set in rows upon a shelf
And one could be taken down
Now and again, to be filled
With the sweet stuff of love,
That would be enough.
Then, I could pour myself out
Into your wanting cups, and cans, and bottles
Be the orange marmalade
And the canned peaches in your mason jars,
The root beer and ice cream in your frosty mug,
The pure, sweet honey
In your honey pot.
Isn't that what love is...
After all?
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Comments: 13
I love how you put love in a way a person can understand, I wish I was that jar on the shelf but we both know how life is not fair. ;~)
The approach to expression this universal feeling is very, very good.
The month of June, unexploded
Thank you Free Spirit.
I appreciate your kind comment Kushal.
Nice, to the point, good imagery - nice job!
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Thank you Ed!
Sounds like you are a sorceress with a large cauldron of love. I liked the lyrical quality of this...it seemed to skip across the page.
That is a wonderful comment elizabeth. Thank you!
What a honey of a poem.
Heh! Thanks Sharon.
nice poem. I like the way you described love
Thank you Ankica.
That is quite lovely -- even if I am reading it way late!
There is no late here Tracy! Just glad you were able to stop by. Thank you!