A Few More Drops...

I used to carry

An empty glass,

Never would I admit

And kept hidden,

With a smile on my face

I masqueraded,

When she came around

Pitcher in hand,

Without thinking

I held my glass out,

She spilled a few drops

And my eyes lit up

I thirsted but I refrained,

She started to pour

Glass half full,

I took a sip

Then I drank

Timidly at first

But then I drenched

My palate,

This was unlike

Anything I've ever had,

My cup overflowed

And I a fool

Thought it would

Never run dry,

But here I am now

My glass shattered

I am empty again,

Thirst come heavy

With want,

If I had a taste

Once more,

I would cherish

Every measure

But no other liquid

Will ever appease,

This drought

In my soul,

Barren

Desert

In my heart,

I will forever yearn

But for a few more drops from her...

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