You're my cup,
A sweet intoxicating cocktail,
My soul would drink you up
To dampen my lonesome trail.
Your absence stings
Like a two-edged sword;
A sharp knife piercing
Through my world.
My life would cease
And like the homesick seafarer,
I'd brave the rough seas,
Death I'd never care
Distance may not be measurable,
But I must not fail;
If you are at all reachable,
I'd deal with frail.
Poison has time turned you to be,
But I'd drink you like a thyme
If my last breath guarantees me
A chance to love you forever.
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A beautiful poem on love. Nicely crafted with a smooth flow and nice rhyming. Like to read again again. 'Poison may vintage have turned you to be, But I would take you like a thyme If my last breath guarantees me A chance to love you one more time.'... is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.10++