When I first fell in love with you
I thought my chest would explode.
Surely a heart cannot hold more.
But then it did hold more it seems.
Or perhaps better said:
It grew in capacity as time waltzed on.
When we first tied ourselves
Together in that
My cup was full and
That it seemed to make an embarrassing mess.
Are not there limits even to this?
But then a larger cup was bestowed
And continued to be filled
Beyond what I can pretend to
I loved you before to the point of bursting,
And I could not love you more.
But now I do love you more.
And tomorrow I shall love you more still.
As if the one
No longer able—or content—to grow and contain alone,
Determined to breathe into existence another that the
Love may be given yet over again;
As if there were no other way
To keep loving and stay sane
We have created another life
To be loved.
So that if this heart has loved to its full,
Here is another heart
I have helped to create to love more fully too.