The body is a thing
That water needs.
The throat that is so dry
Can never sing.
I heard my darling pipe
Her sweetest songs,
And though the tune was wrong,
I angels heard.
You see, I am in love,
And she`s my Dove.
There`s where the difference`s come,
And now I`m done.
Luis Estable
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-75-2/
