Would you run to the store at the corner of the street,
And get us some fresh love?
We’ve run out of it I think.
There’s a little bit sticking to the bottom of the jar;
But that will need some work on it.
I have already tried everything I could think of.
Can you now see if you’re any better at it than I am?
But be careful,
What if the jar falls and shatters,
And we can’t tell shards from whatever remains of our love?
We wouldn’t want that.
Perhaps we can ask funny Will to sell us some.
Replenished with the spark everyone keeps telling us to get.
Though I wonder,
Do they sell refills?
Because I can tell darling,
We are going to be needing it often,
And it will never be enough.