I could feel
so filled.
A feeling of no longer
wanting.
To walk away completely
satisfied.
For so long I've hungered
and been denied.
Love is the food that fills up
my plate.
The more that I feed from love,
so shall its huger abate.
All those pangs I had before
where brought on by
the crap that my body stored.
I filled up on emptiness and
needless desire.
The more I fed on such things
the less there was to acquire.
And this feeling of fullness has
made me quite whole.
Love is the soup of the soul.
I shall never go hungry,
overflowing is my bowl!