
A
LIGHT
RAIN
FALLS,
WARM AND
SOFT,
KISSING
THE
PEDALS
OF THE
FLOWERS
AS
A LOVER
KISSING
HIS
MATE.
THE
PEDALS
SLOWLY
OPEN
AND
LIFT
THEIR
FACES
UPWARDS
TO
WELCOME
THE
RAIN'S
KISS.
AS
I, IF
ONLY I
COULD,
WOULD
LIFT MY
FACE
TO
WELCOME
YOUR
KISS,
MY
BELOVED
THE
SUN
PEEKS
THROUGH
THE
CLOUDS
CHASING
THE RAIN
AWAY,
CARESSING
THE
FLOWERS,
IN
THE MOST
ADORING
WAY
AS
YOU ONCE
CARESSED
ME,
IN
LONG AGO
DAYS.

THE
FLOWERS,
WARMED
BY THE
SUN
OPEN,
AND
SMILE
AS
I,
WARMED
BY YOUR
LOVE,
ONCE
OPENED,
AND
SMILED
FOR YOU.
NOW
I GAZE
IN ENVY
AT THE
FLOWERS
FOR
LOVERS,
THEY
HAVE
TWO--
THE
GENTLE
RAIN,
THE
WARMING
SUN.
WHILE
LOVERS,
I HAD
BUT ONE.
YOU,
MY ONE
AND ONLY
LOVER,
WERE
BOTH, MY
GENTLE
RAIN,
AND
MY
WARMING
SUN.
BUT
BELOVED,
YOU ARE
GONE
NOW
I AM
LEFT
ALONE,
WITH
NONE.

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