What I have for you
Darling
Requires a cup.
My pitcher overflows
With a most rareAnd pure content.
But I will not allow
It be poured uselesslyNor wantonly.
You must have a right spirit
And unalloyed chaliceFor what I give.
Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
What I have for you
Darling
Requires a cup.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Friday, May 13, 2016
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