Thursday, August 19, 2010

Summer Rain

It's not the warmth or rays of sun that bring me joyous glee

It's the summer rain we had that day beneath the big oak tree

The day we ran through puddles of rain that caught us unaware

The way you looked at me as your fingertips brushed my hair

Your hand upon my cooling cheek, the love I felt inside

The way you kissed me on my lips; I thought that I would die

You may not comprehend, my love, my breath you took away

And in my ever beating heart, forever you will stay

A simple kiss that will always shine brighter than any sunny day

So have your joy of summertime, for me it shall remain

My kiss beneath the big oak tree amidst the summer rain


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