POWER OF LOVE

Keeping my distance awake
To feel denigration of the
Uprooted and truncated lot
The table, the chair
The glass, the plate;
Dining decoration
In conference room.
And the warm smell of
Prepared meal.
Who licks the saliva
In presence of
My unbecoming.
A drop glistened with tears
Fell down
The floor below.
Was it me, or the
The wooden furniture
Who urged me something
By the power of HIS love!