Virtuous Cups


Either I drink too much or simply not enough of
The sweet goodness that awaits in every cup

LOVE is in One; do I devour or slowly slurp
Because sufficient is only the, chance to consume
Your loving touch now either I drink too much or
Simply not enough of.. courage..

Courage makes me run , out of room for drops of some
Because I endure the thought of her then get the blues
I can't I'm done now either I drink too much or simply
Not enough of..peace...

Peace that streams like the river flows I'm slowly sipping
A hightened feeling as those dressed in fine linen that dwell
Above...wait no it's different more like a sobering drug now
Either I drink too much or simply not enough of...kindness..

Kindness drunkards of she will be joyed to believe the way
She fills and calms the seas truly relieved without even
Staggering to see ...the same way I'd like you to treat me

Now either I drink too much too much too much or simply not
Enough of...

Chelsea Rene Alford

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