If thy love poured from a mountain,
and its splash echoed through thy veins,
I’d lust for an eternal thirst
and drink from thy heart’s reserve.
If thy blood were water,
the elixir of our existence,
I would slay thy arms and legs;
lest I quench for anything more.
Alas, thy love is eternal,
for it is within thy soul.
The blood I seek,
I am my own heart.