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 too big
to be petty.
Too 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've invited me here;
Allow me; Where do I sit?
I, the not so-obsequious one notices
That there's no-one in your lap...
May I be seated.?
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