it's not just about the love that i have

it's about the amount of it

how much of it i can hold in my hands

how much of it i can throw into your face

how much of it i can let drip off my skin and into your pores

how much of it i can whisper in your ear

how much of it i can scratch into your back

how much of it i can carry on my shoulders

until i grow too weary to move on

from the weight of the heart that beats for you