The Cup of Love
The star-crossed man who cared
Leaves that care entwined in life
That’s needing this
the strength at last to bloom.
The taker grabs and hopes
To fill his cup ahead of fate.
Empty dreams fill-up
The cup that bought their doom.
And only those who love
Enough to pass on the cup
Can hope to taste
The nectar of life’s bloom.
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