Love
It’s full to the brim
with a secret Love potion.
The bowl and my heart.
“Be careful! Hot stuff here”.
“The soup? Or your smile?”
“Both. Don’t burn your lips”.
Is this a familiar feeling? We walk around just brimming with Love to share and it feels like no one knows.
Why can’t we wear emotional gas gauges that show how much is left in our tank?
Hopefulness reads: FULL.
Connections reads: NEAR EMPTY.
Time to refuel?
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and hopefully-hoping-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you fill it to the rim, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those secret-soup-smiling-syllables for all eternity.
