The Cup
by Ironhand

I wish love came in a measuring cup
so you know how much there is
you could start the measure
by throwing it in the sea
as it filled and sank
you would know the impossibility of measure
as it disappeared for eternity

I wish love came in a measuring cup
you could watch it as it filled
and catch it as it overflowed
from a friend known only as me
then and only then could you possibly ever know
that my love can’t be measured
it is a gift from god you see
that one must just let be

And if I cannot be with you
I will carry your love in my heart
and if my heart is broken
or when I feel alone
I will patch my heart with memories
by thinking of that measuring cup, at the bottom of the sea