Devotion and Ardor,
Theatrics and Hate,
show up for dinner,
but Love?
She runs late.
Patience is drunk
and Envy just laughs
while Truth tips
the wine
and fills Hope’s crystal glass.
Wish Love would hurry.
The pot roast is cold
and Need’s hand’s
on my thigh
for he’s always too bold.
~j~
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