When it comes to love, my cup runneth over.
Often left behind, never finding my closure.
Until, I realized, what's missing can't be given by another
I needed to love myself, nor be fulfilled by a lover.

In a new state of depth.
Deeper than I've ever known.
No longer in need of arms to call home,
But knowing what I need to keep my cup flowing.
No trickling stream can keep my heart glowing.

In need of a love, pouring like a waterfall.
Continuously going.
When there's a storm, it pours even more.
Never too much, and never too little.
And in...