The bowl of love

I received a gift from heaven above
It was a tiny bowl full of love

I was told to handle it with care
The gift being so precious and rare

The angels asked me to be cautious
And keep away from anyone suspicious

I was to share it with a special someone
But finding him was easier said than done

I had to walk through ages without a stop
Never to spill out even a single drop

On the way I found someone who seemed like him
So I poured him a little love over the brim

More than a few drops he could not take
The rest trickled down to form a lake

This lake of thorns I now had to walk through
Day by day my troubles grew

And then I saw him sitting alone in the distance
He gave meaning to my entire existence

I approached him, yearning to share the gift
But he just sat there, to scared to shift

He finally said he wanted something milder
I could see my test getting harder

I then got a sieve to help me out
And then, friendship flowed through the pout

The impurities remained on the surface
While happiness shown upon his face

I'm now drying up those impurities
Nothing but faith and hope it is

Someday he'll get me his bowl of friendship
And I'll let these impurities seep

Then he'll recognize what it is
And know it was meant to be his

We'll then share the bowl of love together
Satiated in the presence of each other