Love was not meant for rationing
it soars above the trickle you eek out
You send a shallow stream to a dessert,
A drop to the needy.
Love like that could cause a stampede
Empty hands cupped for a drink
The weak could get trampled for a shallow love
A love like that could beak or build a child
or erode the soul of a giving mother or
true waiting lover.
Powerful love like that
hold back
hold within
could not hide inside
a selfish shell to become a deadly load
and leave you alone
Give it
Give it or
drown in it
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