I want youMore than any man has everIn any form I can have youWhether I have to wilt awayAnd slither back to where it is I came fromI need youMore than the deserts wish for rainTo supplicate the fields Which used to hold so much promiseHow dry they remain Waiting patiently to be blessedBy the tears of a maidenWho knows no boundariesAnd washes away the sadnessOf one lowly travelerHe writes across life's pagesScrawled penma...