Hydrated In Love

Many a thirsting people
never lucidly know
where springs of pure love
doth start a new flow.

It's often a parched swale
within an arid hazy heart
of wilted surroundings,
be a scorched desert apart.

As God certainly hears
the many heart cry calls,
He then rains down gently
to form divine waterfalls.

Cascading to refresh
two heart's dry lagoons,
that emotions may flourish
as a grafted couple swoons.

As one standing waist deep
in sultry mist seclusion,
two lovers doth embrace
in an entwined conclusion.

... Their hearts hydrated in love.