My mug

Just a poem. The only time I fell in love with someone, or something.

My Mug

Too many kisses, I daily give

But cannot give a single hug

It's heavy, but I do not need

To pull, to lug, or to tug

And it's a drug when I am lonely

When loneliness could use a drug

To whom who fails my meaning

And take me for another smug

But I believe, that I'm created

Only to live, and love my mug