A little of you goes a long, long way and a lot goes more than a lot. You're not rainfall collecting in my dish for a week, you're the dew on my rose on the block. I've missed you four days out of a week, sometimes even more than five. Must I ration you out like nectar to nourish each cell in my hive? I know that's the state of our union; Two vines on a trellis unwound. But to go without your kiss and embrace Makes a hornet out of a hound.