Like drops of water/
to the thirsty, your words fill /
the lonely heart’s hole.

OR

the lonely soul’s heart.

A friend wrote about how friendship was a good emotion to feel. I countered with this poem about why limit ourselves:

Humbling ourselves to feel all these:
Love
Friendship
Romance
Passion
Sadness
Happiness,
Not just one
in a single
pre-destined
compartment,
let’s us always win.