Neverending Gratitude
If I could find the source of your words
I would trace the lips of their creation
With the sweetness of a cool, delicious melon
On a hot summer day
And quench their thirst
With the nourishment
Of my neverending gratitude.
With the succulent dispensation
Of the honeycomb
I would whisper my requital
As soft-tongued salutation
Coursing the path
To the fountain of your expression
And bathing in your wellspring
Inundate myself with your gracious gift
And repeat with whole heart and self
My neverending, neverending gratitude.
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