The Wishing Well

My heart's voice resounds in my mind,
"Though only in the days for but a season,"
But as I continue whispering that,
I still search for a reason.

The well within my heart, once full,
Has gradually gone dry.
It's parched of thirst, it begs aloud,
That some monsoon be nigh.

It all began with just a crack;
The well began to leak.
But, no - it did not halt there -
It formed into a creek.

So now this dry and empty well
Stares at the sparkling creek
Of all the joy she once contained
But lost within a week.

There is a way to fix this well
You must first patch the hole
And then each day, just pour some love
I think this a fair toll.

For without you in my life, Love,
There's famine in my well,
And even just three words from you
Mean more than I can tell.

~JPG~