A Cup Of Love, Please Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

We are a society unresolved
whose stomach is forever hungry for love.
We have a strong desire to be loved.
With a plus,
we always seek others to love us.
We yearn, always, to find 'the one'.
But with greed, some who have found 'the one',
now seek the second or third one.
If not now,
at least in a vow.

In fact, we recognize this need
as early as in the infancy seed.
Of course, with no understanding of its depths,
We just display it through our breaths.
We cry and whine in need of mama's love.
We cry for her comfort as do the doves.
We giggle and fall asleep.
And when we finally feel
the love.
It's bliss.