Permeating Claims

Who has the love
that was...
meant for me

to receive during
my stay here?

Two marriages have
passed me by and

I have no desire
for a third and

still no love have
 I been able to find;

And, with this love,
I wonder what

would I have done,
as no love has

ever passed
through these lips

to drink the wine
inside before spoiling;

still, there is hope
 in the passing of

the cup, even though
an empty one it is

and no servant to
fill it up to the brim;

and, when I see
those around me

would have loved
more than once

I question the
ethics of feelings

claimed to have
by them as it cannot

be that easy to be
possessed by it,

yet, happy they
do always seem.

28Mar16