The Lap of Love
THE LAP of LOVE
Where do I sit.
On the floor at your feet ?
I cannot readily pull up a seat
Joining the crowded
table of your life.
I cannot see where
there's room for one more.
This love I have for you is to big
to be petty.
To grave to be shallow.
Too full to be empty
Everyone here is clamoring
to be next to you...
Do not squeeze me into
your overcrowded life.
My bold love cannot
bear to kowtow
You invited me here
Allow me- Where do I sit ?
I, the not so-obsequious one
There's no-one in your lap..
May I be seated.?
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