Filling Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Filling love with empty cups, stirred beyond the grave
of eternal life, solitary beings live on earth.

There are no answers, there is no lasting love, for we
are all only temporary beings, attempting to do some
good while still living.

Sadness penetrates all we do, yet sometimes joyous
moments come to us unexpectedly.

True thoughts, honest love, totally forgiven, life
becomes what it is in each one's time.

Liking to become entire beings, we all live until our
demise.