Your love it penetrates me and fills me to overflowing.
You bring this dull person to life.
I do things I never would have done before,
Like buy flowers, speed home, write poems.
And then you smile at me—am I glowing?
My happiness wells up inside filling me
All the way to my fingertips that are searching
For something to touch your face your hair
Your neck your hips your love it penetrates
Until I am overflowing.
Now you speak my name and my head’s a whirlwind;
Spinning, spinning as your love totally surrounds me
With all that I love about you:
Your devotion, your heart, your hands, your smile,
Your eyes, your strength, your voice, your mind,
Your soul. Your soul.
Flowers for your smile—speeding home for your voice—
Poems for your soul.
This, my overflow, is for your soul.