If I do it, would you like me more?
If I swallow, come back for more?
Must I just keep on give not get,
to keep you happy,here with me?
Just how much more, will be enough
for you to see that I like you?
So thirsty for a little drop,
you want to share, wholeheartedly.
Something to say, I like you to.
But nothing comes, and time moved on.
My wells, now dry with nothing left,
For me to give, and you to take.
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