Meandering around like a lost ship,

Hoping to find a shore,

Like a widow 

my lips mourn her dried up face,

As my heart wander 

like a lost sheep.

Beneath the tree in Eden,

Where I rest my bald head to rest n’ sip from my gourd of desperation,

A voice beckon to me n’ ask,

What do you seek?

My weary heart hurriedly rise 

like flour waiting to dive in hot oil,

I seek the dew;

a droplet from her eyes,

The golden tears of the goddess; Love,

To make a potion

enough to quench a love-thirst heart.