I love rainy days, watching the drops gather slowly into a flood,
Like my tears when we're apart.
Droplets of love that spill from my lips to your ears,
Like the blood drips from my broken heart.
As each droplet of blood adds to my veins, as each
Raindrop adds to the storm,
I only dream my words will fill you with Love
And cause my cold heart to warm.
Droplets of love and droplets of Time, mark each breath, second,
And hour until you are mine.
Unlike many, I would not presume to own you
Nor pressure you to accept or decline.
But like droplets of perfume
Sweetening the air,
Your presence in my heart,
I love rainy days,
For they make me
Think of you.
Droplets of wine,
like bloody splatters
proving like this life of mine
that nothing else matters.
Unanswered love fills me with regret
for all that might have been
My wounded heart bleeds and yet
for her I will try again.
(This is ongoing and will remain unfinished, I will add a verse from time to time)
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 06-27-99).]
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 06-29-99).]