To me I used to think,
Your love a special treat,
A gift to be opened on rare days,
And enjoyed upon occasion,
And perhaps I never will,
Feel so deep each day,
But love is not something to save,
You give it freely all along,
And just as you never say “Enough!”
You command us do the same,
No time is better than another to show love,
A bottomless seven layer cake.