I am the Great Gatsby

I can see the green light on the edge of your dock.

Even when the clouds hang low or the fog rolls in.

I get this feeling like I almost have too much love and that no one is ready to handle it. Some say 'my cup runneth over'; my cup is flooding over. But don't you fret. I am capturing it in a jar so when someone is parched, I can spoil them rotten. They will never be thirsty again for the rest of their life.