Her love is like water in an empty well .
I thirst for her like a well in the desert .
Her love is a story forever to tell .
She wears on me like an old comfortable shirt .
Her love is like a door .
I've locked myself in.
I need to be with her even when I'm not .
Her love is like spray thoughts all over her skin.
She wafts of rich perfume in every spot .
By Paul McCann