When I started it was filled to the top,
all of the love I held and I never spilt a drop.
Held it so delicately as if it were my mams best china,
but this wasn't porcelain but something more finer.

So much love was in my cup,
that I invited others to take a sup.
Wanting so much to share what I'd found,
a vast volume of love that could easily have drowned.

Me had I allowed myself just a glug,
after all this was my mug.
But with sip after sip they left me drained,
unable to receive love as by their betrayal I was stained.

Once my cup had overflowed,
but it wasn't me but others I'd adored.
Extending an invite to take a drink,
causing me to fall and unable to reach the brink.

Still I held on waiting for just a taste,
of the overwhelming love I had let go to waste.
Droplets fell leaving me feeling elated,
that I had so patiently waited.

For this cup of mine to again start to fill,
so precariously I treasure it again defying it to spill.
In order to love me I allow myself a sup,
as just like before FULL IS MY CUP!!!

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