malalai khan

This cup of mine
Is empty of Wine.

I have drunk all the Love;
What is given is not enough.

They come with their goblets 
That flow of pity.
But, of love, they are 
Completely empty.
 
My parched heart 
Is tightly wrenched,
But then you come, offering 
A cup of your love
And my thirst is 
Eternally quenched.

For Love is a Wine,
So rare and Divine.