Like heaven, starved of hymns and God's presence, I loathe my life in your absence Like rain, to the beautiful plains of the Mawsynram, I fall on my face when you take your love away Like Hedes, chastised to torture souls without end I suffer the fondness Of your lingering breath Like drought my mouth looses its moisture when you cry for the things I can't provide I lose sleep at dawn, I yawn but my hunger spawn from the taste of your lips I beckon Truly, love is war I killed me ego just to say I love you more