My heart is so hungry
And it can't feed on food.
It feeds on sustenance
from being wooed.
My heart is so thirsty
And it can't feed on drink.
It feeds on sustenance
from how I think.
And think I do
while my heart stays still
And finally overflows
as it always will
with you.
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