In the spring of life there’s a flower,
washing the raindrops away like a shower,
water falling down the leaves,
like tears on your knees,
drops piercing the ground,
passing every age,
and when love is found,
we open the cage.
Tears falling from the sky,
flooding the land,
tears that make me cry,
when you touch my hand.
raindrops touching your lips so soft,
your twisting tongue to clean,
on your lips so soft,
your mouth of which I can only dream.
Raindrops touching your gentle body,
rivers crafting their way,
making their flow so lovely,
reaching the shores of May,
tumbling past your waist,
leaving a trail of wet skin,
despite the summers haste,
on the feeling that they bring.
Raindrops entering late-summer,
making their way to autumn,
letting the warmth behind,
to the cold which is blind.