A week of rains
And years of tears
A wet wet world
And a parched heart.
Like the season's signs
Some glow for me too
More showers are seen
And a love true.
For decades have I
Loved the rains
For ages I have borne
Some fond remains.
Darkness and light
Glimmer past the hour
And I long to be near
My beloved saviour.
This poem had a strange affect on me. It made me want to cry and simultaneously want to beat up the woman you wrote it for. (so I could step in her place winks) A darn lucky woman she is. Be sure to tell her she better hold you very fondly and closely and treat you well or one of us envious ones out here will snatch you away like some thief in the night. Beautiful poem Sir Poet. Kudos to your doubtless talent and you know I was just kidding. I'd not harm a hair on your fair maiden's head. I'm a lover and poet not a fighter! winks.
you know who!........so why type it?