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Rain
Streams of water pour and run
And fall into gutterless pools.
The air from yesterday so dank and warm
Is forgotten in this ethereal cool.
It's darker now than the white hot
Of yesterday's morn.
Ah-h-h-h, but do I notice? Do I take
The difference in light? Do I care?
Your words light my daybreak.
Your breath in my ear replaces breeze.
Your promises like the stroke of a golden wand
Leave a treasure behind to help me believe.
What refreshing wind blew your soft reign my way?
And how am I to manage 'til again we meet?
Shall I learn a new language? Or paint a dark portrait?
Nay, my lord, thy love shall ever be my saving keep.
Very beautiful and sensual.