In a dark and dusty basement
Between the mould and rot
A shelf is mounted to the wall
In the middle of the shelf rests a bottle
Opened before but hardly emptied
In silver letters the label reads
“Love”
Why is it standing here all on its own
It should be shared
It should be shown
But as often is the case
There is no greater pain
Then drinking alone
To drink “love” one needs a friend
On whom they can truly depend
Wile finding that one
Sipping love one may
But most nectar in the bottle will stay
Till that one person is found
The one you truly love
Then the bottle will be downed
Rens Molenaar (19 May 2006)
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