As to be loved

As to be loved[1]

As to be loved,

We don’t ask

To fall in love.

To love offered,

Friendship, too often

Is the cruel answer.

What’s friendship?

If not love,

Without passion.

To a passionate lover,

Friendship always seems,

Fresh yes, but first

Tasteless as water.

Asking for wine,

How could he, then,

Quench his thirst,

So fine….

 

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Reviews

[Veronique]

Ahh much you ponder my friend. I a hopeless romantic and quench my thirst from the golden chalice and drink of loves sweetest wines of the heart.The hearts rose petals are the softest and smell the sweetest so they make the finest wine that quench the thirst of my desires.