My Cup of Love For You

What do you see first? The tree, the car, the raindrops, or the weather?

My cup of love for you
Is neither roses or bouquets
Nor chocolates or champagne
Is not lingerie or fancy jewelry
Nor black ties and tuxedos

My cup of love for you
Has roots and oxygen
Can grow and be nurtured
Has thorns and disease
In sickness and in health

My cup of love for you
Is not for one chapter of your book
Nor a painting in your gallery
It encompasses your entire story
It is your easel, paint palettes and brushes

My cup of love for you
Can be the butterfly in your stomach
But better off the wings on your shoulder
Can be the sand on the beach
But better off the stones grounding your feet.

My cup of love for you
Has been pouring into yours
To whose I do not know
I feel yours pouring back
But from whom I do not know.

@dailylonelywriter73

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