Although we are very thirsty
for her love.
Her chalice never fills up.
I'm living my love inside of a drought.
Seeking cool water for my mouth,
sweet taste of you.
It's the feeling of love in demand.
Searching for a mirage in the sand.
Waterfalls of your soul,
filling this dry wasteland hole
Although we are very thirsty,
her riverbeds have run dry.
The only water I taste
is from salty tears in my eyes
