When I was a river, dried up,

You came to rain a flood,

Quenching my thirst for love,

Fulfilling the unyielding desires.

From the ink of your soul,

Words flowed like a stream,

Stroking your perfect curves,

Ignited the concealed passion.

Parched papers and dauntless pages,

Irrigated the dried up canals of my life,

The love for you shall always pertain,

As I would remain - a writer by heart.