There is no whisper of a distracted thought
when I say I love you.
Every part of my being is love
and it pours out of this vessel like steeped tea.

What your ears drink is that very same medicine
steaming inside me.
brewed from the fire of your passion,
I feel the leaves blossom as they transform
the waters of my life
to gold.

To give to you what little I have
is the gift of my whole being...
                     take this cup, my dear.
do with it what you desire,
for in this giving
I find all my efforts have borne fruit.

Should you choose to imbibe
this humble-precious substance,
I ask but one favor
do so in delicate measures, my love.
I do not wish to burn that precious fount
from which pours the sweetest nectar
I have known.