Bring wine,

my soul is a metal ball in the yard

When you are there

I am a fireball released from the peak of mountains,

a bird out of a cage,

a lion at the pride land

When you are there

my heart is a million love letters

read by a million broken hearts

All I am

an empty vase without a flower

when you are not here


my soul longs for the river.

Come, bring me water, my cup is dry.

When you are here I am sugar ocean

without you, I have become a desert


— Photo Credit: Pinterest

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