You open

I know what to do with my love now after seeing it reflected back at me. 

Seeing the light in you (whoever you may be) grows the light in me. I'm not fated to drown in this nearly filled storage tank after all. Open the tap. Let it flow and get out of its way. It knows what to do. 

You just give it. Freely. And then you give some more. To anyone. To everyone. And somehow you aren't depleted but nourished. You open. To receiving as well as to giving. You let your heart show without concern for the outcome and the world responds.