Uncontrollable Thirst

Everywhere I go, it's there,
Nagging, pulling at my throat.
Yearning and begging for that one thing,
that could cure my uncontrollable thirst.

The need is strangled from a tired body and,
Needing it. must have it, for every drop of air.
For every pulse of blood running through my veins,
that could cure my uncontrollable need.

It's that thing called love,
Always there and never going away.
It fills the heart and soul,
and cures the uncontrollable thirst at last.