You\'re the river,
I the plain.
I was parched
until you came,
and verdant my
expanses made.
For this I gave
my heart to you;
just see my two
receding banks;
the jagged scars
of love are these.
What lay between\'s
been swept away,
and dumped into
some distant sea.
And yet not me
nor neither you,
can without
the other do.
Because this is
about our needs,
we\'ll give to it
the name of love.