The Food Of Life Poem by Lora Colon

Love, the most precious food of life
That we all seek so hungrily,
Why have I been deprived.... left to starve,
Are there no crumbs left over for me?

Just one hug would be like a feast
To a heart faltering and frail,
Then to what could a kiss be compared?
Elixir served in the holy Grail!

Does the rose not blush and tremble
To the tender kiss of the bee?
If I could but cling to thorny stems
Would perhaps one kiss be granted me?

But this hunger and thirst for love
Sooner or later I must sate,
I'll not question its veracity,
Though a counterfeit love be my fate

But does it matter? Love is blind,
The captive heart believes it's real,
So fill my plate.... then I'll come back for more,
Greedily devouring each savory meal