As a hot traveller
Going through stones and sands,
Who sees clear water stir
Amid the weary lands,
Takes in his hollowed hands
The clean and lively water,
That trickles down his throat
Like laughter, like laughter,
So when you come to me
Across these parchë"d places
And all the waste I see
Flowered with your graces,
I take between my hands
Your face like a rare cup,
Where kisses mix with laughter,
And drink and drink them up
Like water, like water.
Song: The Cup
Edward Shanks
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Poem topics: clear, face, clean, waste, throat, I love you, I miss you, drink, laughter, water, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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