I want you
More than any man has ever
In any form I can have you
Whether I have to wilt away
And slither back to where it is I came from

I need you
More than the deserts wish for rain
To supplicate the fields
Which used to hold so much promise
How dry they remain
Waiting patiently to be blessed

By the tears of a maiden
Who knows no boundaries
And washes away the sadness
Of one lowly traveler

He writes across life's pages
Scrawled penmanship
Barely legible
Archaic and obsolete

Spend an eternity in solitude?
Thrive amongst the selfish crowds
Only to succumb to age's deadpan delivery
Of life's time-tested pun