A Few More Drops

I used to carry An empty glass, Never would I admit And kept hidden, With a smile on my face I masqueraded, When she came around Pitcher in hand, Without thinking I held my glass out, She spilled a few drops And my eyes lit up I thirsted but I refrained, She started to pour Glass half full, I took a sip Then I drank Timidly at first But then I drenched My palate, This was unlike Anything I've ever had, My cup overflowed And I a fool Thought it would Never run dry, But here I am now My glass shattered I am empty again, Thirst come heavy With want, If I had a taste Once more, I would cherish Every measure But no other liquid Will ever appease, This drought In my soul, Barren Desert In my heart, I will forever yearn But for a few more drops from her...