My Cup Ruineth Over

What excess I have I give gladly
This overflow, this abundance
I freely trade for a tiny respite
From the mundane day and sleepless night

My cup of ruin overflows
But I will happily share
If but a happiness is returned
And a joy measured out to me

I will eagerly exchange these
Plentiful sacks of sorrow
For a pittance of sunshine
Or a meager pint of passion

With fervor I will deliver
These crates of torment
In fair and welcome substitute
For the slightest hint of love