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Crying over You
. . . this bottle of
Love you feel is . . .
“hermetically sealed”
You carry precariously
a feeling you can
not spill . . .
Love is what you
have yet cannot give
You can go hot . . .
. . . or cold . . .even
grow old . . . and
never from out of
you can your love
be poured . . .
Only you yourself
can sip of it and
know its punch to
say you love or not
this much . . .
and sense to the full
extent (dis)comforts
as such . . .
What can the lover
offer then to another ?
. . . .
Yourself, and life zest,
your influence, time and
presence in entirety . . .
as the Gift itself.