The Never Ending Thirst
there is only of One Kind
And that My Friends
is the Love for The Divine;

Knock-knock at the Door of
your Heart in Silence,
you find The Temple of Love for Him
in the Unexplored Mine;

The Nectar Once Drunk
In the Ambrosial Hours leaves
A Hangover afterwards
For the rest of any existence;

The Goblet to hold it
is carved out of five sences
in your body...