That very time when we were young,
I doted on you, poems wrote and sang.
So hard it was to watch so sharp a tongue.
Although my words to wind I never flung.
That very time, I bold enough to kiss you first…
Since then for you I never quenched my thirst.
Gulped it all down, aridity of life dispersed.
Until the last drop signified the bubble burst.
That very time, my lips against your hands,
You were my water in the stifling sands.
I shriveled, withered, barren were my lands,
Until you came in torrents to my droughty strands.