Love Poem by Raymond Garfield Dandridge

Love



Invisible, saccharined,
Intoxicating stimulant,
I drank of you—drank deep of you—
Until drunk, yea! until
Drunk, drunk indeed.

On sobering I find myself
Unlike the drunkard, blest,
Who sobers with an aching head;
For I have sobered
With an aching heart.

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