Long ago, pride was abandoned,
A beggar I was from the start;
A drop of love, a flake of romance
Will sustain this starving heart
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dear Lora begging can only go o so long. a heart needs to be loved in return. very touching poem
I'll even lay beneath your table And catch the crumbs that fall we are humbled in love. just a little care serves our starving heart. you ink it so beautifully, Lora.
'I never was any good at love, I have only myself to blame ' No, your writings never say that. Your heart is full of love, anyone who reads your poem is overwhelmed with love and compassion.