Love

Love is an action,
not a concentration spell.

My love is for me.
It continually sets me free.
Love fills my cup
spills over.
Would it be okay for me to
shower you
with the excess?
My tired heart needs a rest
from keeping quiet.
Your light, it starts a riot.
You don’t need to give it back.
In fact,
should the urge arise,
I ask that you be gentle with the tide.
The ocean lives in your eyes,
I am liable to be swept by,
Before I’m finished building a boat
with the words I finally wrote.