Cups Running Over

Wrapping his heart

In a cloak of comfort

The warmth of her love

Burns deep in his soul

Filling his days and nights

Are thoughts of her

Her smile, her scent

Her touch, her love

Brief but blissful

Moments they share

Are but a taste

Of what's to come

For these two hearts

Share desires alike

To love and be loved

By one like their own

Should coming days

And passing nights

Bring comfort and warmth

To these loving souls

Each of them

With cups running over

Will finally have found

A place they'll call home

F. Tipa