I wait to see your love-words.
My head is empty.
A bucket waiting for rain.

I’ve got good, strong wooden sides,
No holes in bottom.
Don’t you want to storm on me?

You can carry me away.
Steady, mustn’t spill.
Don’t dump me in the river!

Oh, what do you stir in me?
Honey? I’ll be sweet!
Handle me gently and drink.