Saturday, November 03, 2007

Oh, Fill Me

Oh, fill me.

I am full of myself—

Empty, empty,

Empty am I.

The more I have of you,

The more of you I need;

The more I see of you,

The more of you I seek;

The more I taste of you,

The more for you I yearn.

Oh, fill me.

I am so full of petty things

That I remain empty,

Empty—

For nothing can fill me save you.

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