Quench thy Thirst

The Boy

Every morn and every night,

I am filled with my love for you;

And every day I wake up,

With no thought but to love you;

Before even the sun rises,

There is light in my room;

Before the roses bloom,

There is fragrance in my heart;

And before the birds start singing,

The music of your voice fills my ears.

2

What magic did you weave, my love,

That the world that was, is no more,

And, my eyes see the world,

As a new sight: sparkling and afresh.

The songs that you sang to me, in my dreams,

Linger on my lips and make me sing,

In a voice so sweet, that it melts hearts,

Not just mine, but others too.

3

In the dark dreariness of the life’s alleys,

My love for you fills me,

And shines like a thousand suns,

Dispelling the fogs of darkness.

4

My love, my life,

I was born, and I live,

In the love for you ;

And when I die, there still shall remain,

My love for you.

Photography by Lonemover