The Feast
You are as food and drink to my life
As showers give soul to the ground;
And for the joy to see you, the knife
Severs heart and soul without sound.
Yet, if my cry should reach your ears
And you could know you are my treasure;
To drink all my yearning tears
I would love you without measure.
For my eyes delight on the face in my sight
And happy am I for that stare
From you who ignite all my dreams at night
And dissolve my inner being without care.
So I grieve and aspire each long day,
To feast on you if you would only come my way.
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