Like an empty glass
Yearning for condensation
A backslider in need
Of Yah's salvation
Hungry for your love
Dying of starvation...
You are the pinnacle
Of Yah's creations
Was convinced you lived
In my imagination..
Just to speak to you
In mere conversation
Like escaping the world.. 
A relaxing vacation
The sound of your voice 
Arousing my elation
You speak the language of my soul
You know the translation
Only you...
Can provide this sensation.