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He gave me only crumbs to feed my soul
A famished heart in need, I asked for more
I could not please him for he was not whole
His heart was hers and he had locked that door

I longed to eat of banquet of his love
The night grew long and in my heart an ache
I hid my face and cried to God above
And prayed that by his grace I would not wake

A little kiss, a quick caress, a sigh
The rest was left for dreams to try to fill
The fervent plea of heart he did deny
My hope of passion’s fullness lingers still

Yet bounty of love’s banquet I must taste
Another one will feed me what I crave
My lavish heart like crumbs I will not waste 
For I must feast on love before the grave

Eileen Manassian
August 21, 2014
For Giorgio's Iambic Pentameter Contest

Footnote:
Today I read a poem by Jan Allison entitled, Free Bird, in which she wrote of 
being thrown some crumbs. My response to her: “We all need love and 
affection. Crumbs must turn to banquet soon.” Thus, this poem was born. ? 
Inspiration works in mysterious ways. Thanks Jan for the seed! Give Jan's 
poem a read. It is sweet.

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