Though you have an endless supply of it,
Give me a little less love.
A steady trickle if you will,
Even in spurts now and then.
Think of me in smaller terms.
Picture me as taking it
In my joined hands.
My hands, as you know,
Are not good with floods and dam-breaks,
cascades and deluges.
Give me love that keeps me going,
that does not choke, does not kill,
does not wash me far away
from you.
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ReplyDeletea steady trickle of love.constant .. continuous.. unceasing.
ReplyDeletedont we all wish?
I prefer the the heady rush of spurts every now and then.
ReplyDeleteThe theme of poem itself reminds me of my favourite "The More Loving One" by W.H.Auden and this one is beautifully expressed as well.
Thank you for such a sweet poem
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ReplyDeleteWOW! If love is given in controlled amounts it lasts longer. Beautiful thought, creatively expressed.
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