A Man's Love
A poetess can be wasteful when it comes to love.
She'll wade and wallow
through the waterfalls below and above.
She'll sip big for ability's sake and swallow.
Like a sponge, not dripping a drop,
she'll dip into resources, diving deeper,
Never noticing what she's got
She'll take all and label each a keeper.
A man's love is like water.
If you discover a fountain and abuse the stream,
the temperature is colder after it is hotter.
I'll wake up one day to find I am thirsty and it was only a dream.