Grateful Lover by Jen Curry

She carved her name into my heart.
Knowing, I would bleed.
only needs
as she departed.
One scar,
for each following lover…
Covers the surface.
The depth belongs…
to the first.
No one
has quenched the
initial, thirst.
That arose from,
the sweetest nectar.
The heart,
still glows.
With open minds,
grow and flow
into my life.
The gift still is giving
And never had to be