Two small crumbs of love
I crave from you
crazily to gift me,
but you just donate
a wicked smile
as if I’m an insane beggar,
reminding me that love
isn’t a mere present
but must be earned.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
5 responses to “GIFT”
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How interesting—your poem sits at the intersection of hunger and clarity, craving and cold truth. The contrast between “crumbs” and “crazily” sets a tone of desperation right away, while “wicked smile” reveals an almost cruel distance in the one being addressed. The closing lines, with their shift from “gift” to “earned,” turn the emotional plea into a quiet lesson. There’s a sting in that reminder, but also a kind of sobering dignity: love not as charity, but as something requiring worth. Well captured.🌷🤝
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Thank you, Srikanth. I’m happy you liked it and touched by your kind words.😊🙏
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Thank you so much. ☺️🙏🌹
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