Where do I Pour out all of my Excess Love?

Where do I pour out all of my excess love?

The type of love that overflows vases with flowers, spilling out the muggy water like tears from eye sockets

the type of love that falls like rain alongside thunder, that seeps through the roots of an evergreen tree.

Where do I keep all of my excess love safe?

The love they choose not to keep, the warmth and desire they deem unworthy of watering their own garden

so please, tell me where do I pour out all of my excess love?

Do I gargle it like mouthwash and spit it out into the sink,

do I continue to ask where I can pour out my excess love but never end up doing it?

Will one day someone need plants that are dehydrated and ready to sprout

will they ask me to pour my love into theirs? Will they say it was never excess,

it just needed a bigger pot to fit it all in.

will they remind me that love is not to be wasted but cherished?