Love Quench

Still that quench of

Dew drops on my dry lips,

Still that hankering of

Being lost in the arms of sky..

Still that yearning to be

Kissed by golden sunbeams..

Still that hope to be

Soaked in sublime moon light..

Still that wish to be

Swayed by the wind’s swing..

Still that urge to be

Loved by you just like

The sky does to the earth..