My Love Overfills the Cup

My love for you overfills the cup

And spills wistfully by the way;

My overabundant feelings are more than enough

And I must hold them at bay,

For you are not ready for the flood

Of love that I could give you,

Nor do I have the courage in my yellow blood

To risk it all now on your doubt or two.

But patience is a virtue, so they say,

And I can wait for quite sometime

Until you empty the doubts you have way

Down in your heart, and commit to be all mine.

Then my blood will run ruby red

And I will give you all until I am dead.

November 1991