He looks at me and smiles.
He wears an expression of sunshine,
fills me with warmth and light.
Day by day he pours in love,
but I am a vessel filled with holes.

I am cracked and broken,
split in places I didn't know.
Light gets in and light gets out,
I can't believe in love,
though I desperately want to.

Every last drop trickles out,
dampens the earth and leaves me hollow.
I am sorry, pitifully sorry.
I love him with every part of my soul,
but fear that I will never be full.

He doesn't get mad.
He continues to fill me with love
day after day, night after night.
Perhaps we can patch the cracks,
fill in the holes that mar my heart.
*He gives me hope...