Chapter 1
I may pour out a drop
but it may overfill your pots
Mine to give, is yours to receive in lots
Even if it may, be just a drop
Never will it stop at thought or get caught in the skeptics that I never sought
For with that drop came comfort that I never knew
Laughter that was never too good to be true
Lovely like the light of noon.
but I soon deduce that it’s a cue for me to end my tune
Take me back to a night in June, to relive a moment under the big blue moon
Maybe so, will I finally hear your tune
Maybe so, will I get to feel the music from your lute
Cause the drop I pour, goes with a piece of me too
Leaving behind an empty cocoon that needs more than you alone to be fullIf only you knew, the oceans my drops sail through to get you
