Women At the Well
As I sat upon this wood rotting,
gazing down deep within your soul
The waters of your heart flow deeply,
for I know our love will grow.
This handle holds an empty bucket,
With it’s ropes turning toward you.
I wish upon this starlit night that this may come true,
That you pull me up from this darkness.
Filling my heart with the waters from your soul.
I am dying of thirst within, and my emptiness grows,
Pour your heart into my soul,
so, I thirst no more.
Put out this fire within me that you have placed,
So,
We will go on forever more drinking from,
Our well of love.
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