If I were to take and give all I know
To no one but you in hopes that you’d glow,

How could you tell me what shouldn’t be true,
That all you could feel is cold through and through?

What more could I give, what more could I share?
I’d like to know what, though knowing’s unfair.

I'd feel very dry, like a used up well,
But still I would dig then come up and yell

Yes, I have done it! There’s water, you see?
Drink and be happy; my bucket runs free.