Warmth of Morning Tea rekindles the love between us
As if the hearts have melted and bonded thus.
Strange that her soul lifted up and up and up
With the steam that rose above,
As I watch my hand still holding the empty cup
And wait to be again filled with her LOVE.
As I watch my hand still holding the empty cup................wonderful imagery of wishful love, let it be teemed flow.......well penned,19/10, thanks for sharing
sleeping love, drinking love, eating love, reading love, thinking love, crying love.............another cup please.
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I would like to translate this poem
wow...beautiful........read mine..cup of mocha on the same lines