Troy Camplin
Jul 25 · 1 min read

I thirst for you, but when I see
You walk in through the door, I see
My thirst for you cannot be quenched.
How can my thirst ever be quenched?

When I see you all that I want
Is just to see you more. What kind
Of bright desire makes me want
To have you more and more? What kind

Of beauty . . . ? Yes! Beauty it is!
Desire drives me, for it is
Desire for beauty that grows
As thirst for it is quenched. Love grows.

Originally published at http://troycamplinpoetry.blogspot.com.