Well of love

Again I fell
in the damned well
of desire and love
and now I can’t get out.

The well’s too deep,
its walls too steep,
so I’m forever stuck
in this damp cold and dark.

Realise this:
a well just is,
by definitions found,
a big hole in the ground.

As big a hole
now’s in my soul;
the water form that fills
it to the brim are tears.

But as time goes,
it overflows
and I’m drowning in it,
barely able to breathe.

I wanna scream:
“I cannot swim!
’Tis killing me, I fear.
Please, come and save me, dear!

Give me your love
I’m dreaming of
and soak yourself in mine,
make me again feel fine."