If I cannot contain my delight,

And spill out onto you with lyrical glee,

If my cup runneth over,

And poetry drips from the spoon I pull

From your mouth,

And honey lands across the sands

Of our picnic blanket,

Will you love me anyway?

Ants are on their way!

Let’s not hesitate here.

Be of good cheer, my loving friend.

Descend into me

To see the visions that your heart may see

When you close your eyes in reverie,

And then, you may worry with me

About the ants,

And all that honey on your pants,

But will you love me anyway?

-jenn