My Cup Runneth Over

Sometimes in the morning, when shadows are deep,

I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep,

And sometimes I whisper, what I'm thinking of,

My cup runneth over with love . . .

Sometimes in the evening, when you do not see,

I study the small things, you do constantly,

I memorize moments, that I'm fondest of,

My cup runneth over with love . . .

In only a moment, we both will be old,

We won't even notice the world turning cold.

And so, in this moment, with sunlight above,

My cup runneth over with love . . .

With love . . .