A fire inside
Your absence is a drought.
It is the darkness of naught
That sets a fire inside of me
And spreads as a fiery sea.
Each thought of you is a spell
That forges my body into a hell,
For I am a lea of burning grass
Without your rain, O beauteous lass.
The fire inside is the pain of distance:
A feeling that sears all in a glance.
So I pray for your tears to fall
And douse with rain my body all.
Cry for me O splendid skies!
Shed your love onto my eyes!
Until the fire inside of me
Can finally cease its absence spree.