You fill me up when I am empty, 
Like no one else has done;
Pour warmth into my spirit,
Like rays from summer sun.

Like rain upon the desert,
On a dry and barren land;
You cause my soul to blossom,
With your touch from gentle hands.

And like the breeze of springtime,
Gently 'cross my body blows;
Igniting there a flame of fire,
That sets my heart aglow.

You've placed a seed within me,
That has grown into a vine;
Of sheer unbridled passion,
Tendrils curled and intertwined.


You fill me up when I am empty,
Like an overflowing cup;
No one else has ever filled me so,
Yet my love, you fill me up.


Allison Chambers Coxsey
© 1995