One cup of moonlight,
Two drops of rain;
A thimbleful of sunbeams–
Three pints of pain.
A mind seduced by shadows,
A barrelful of lies;
Half an ounce of hope–
A bucketful of sighs.
An eye full of lust,
A hat tipped in scorn;
A spoonful of poison–
And true love is born.
– found poetry
