We'll Give To It The Name Of Love. Poem, by Zwitterion, at My poetic side

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.

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