I Need Love, and Love, and Even More Love
-Prince Howlader

The first drop fell like a summer rain,

To soften the soil and quiet the pain.

A single spark in a hollow chest,

To give the weary a place to rest.

It was enough to wake the day,

To chase the biting cold away.

But the heart is a canyon, deep and wide,

And one small light cannot hide the tide.

So I need love, the kind that stays,

To fill the hallways of my gaze.

Not just the greeting or the fleeting glance,

But the steady rhythm of the dance.

I need the grace that mends the tear,

The quiet hand that conquers fear,

A tether pulled when the world spins fast,

A love that knows how to make itself last.

And when the cup is full to the brim,

And the light of the moon begins to dim,

I find I need even more than before—

An ocean rising to meet the shore.

For the soul is a thing that never ends,

It breaks, it builds, it seeks, it bends.

Give me the sun, the stars, the sea,

Until love is the only thing left of me.