Come now,
rushing back to you,
your thoughts of her that day.
When she knelt down
in front of you,
to tie your shoestrings in the rain.
On her soft lips,
you could hear,
a softly spoken,
and loving refrain.
"Look at how the drops,
they wash away the stain,
and here you thought foreverafter,
that would always be your name."
Nothing for me now,
can ever be the same,
since the day,
that she warmed up to me,
with her loving and gentle flame.
My impulses now I see,
can so easily be restrained.
She showed me somehow,
in the darkness,
how to release the darkest pain.
By her beating heart,
she is familiar with this terrain. ...