Fill Me: From Bottom, To My Brim
I-‘m Forlorn, Thirsty From Ages
I Have Been Cheated, By Gauges
Let Me, Enjoy My Freedom Now
In Perfect Calm; Free From Rages
Let-‘s Live Our Life, As We Want To
In Bright Sunlight, Or Evening Dim
Fill Me: From Bottom, To My Brim
Why Are‚  You Eyeing Me, Like This?
And, Then Also, Shying Like This?
Think Now, What-‘s This? My Thirst Is Great
Want You, See Me Dying Like This?
What‚  You‚  Have‚  Potted,‚  Is‚  Nectar
Hence, Look Down, My Peg Is Quite Slim
Fill Me: From Bottom, To My Brim
Your Eyes‚  Are‚  Red‚  Now, As‚  With‚  Wine
Mirror Them‚  Sweetly, Here Are Eyes Mine
Let‚  Me, Also,‚  Share‚  Their‚  Great‚ ‚  Hue
And,‚  Let,‚  The Images‚  Deeply‚  Shine
Let-‘s Exchange; It-‘s Sweet Colour Of Love
As, Now, You-‘re‚  You, Set‚  In‚  Full‚  Trim
Fill Me: From Bottom, To My Brim
These Odors, Spreading In Wind-Blows
Are Pregnant, Not Of Flowering Rows
But, Main Constituent That Draws Flock
And, Makes Me Mad; Comes From Your Nose
I-‘m Listening: But Not Through My Ears
Your Vibrant Love, In The Form Of A Hymn
Fill Me: From Bottom, To My Brim!