Sparse

Sparse.
But so effective.
Your trimmings,
And that masterful touch...
The one you do that means so much,
Than a smothering of promises...
Never to be delivered.

Sparse with an igniting of sparks,
Directed to implant within my heart...
With such a precise understanding.

You know me in a way,
I've grown to anticipate whatever it is you give!
You bring to me what it is I get.
And what I have to give is unmistakably yours.

poem by Lawrence S. PertillarReport problemRelated quotes
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