I want you
the way a mouth parched
by the heat of the desert
longs for water,
like the new buds
look for the spring sun,
like scorched earth
waits for the fury of the monsoon.
And yet
it won't take long to quench my thirst,
the flowers will soon blossom
and even the rice fields will be full
but a lifetime together wouldn't be enough
to satisfy my longing
my longing for you.
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