When the rain
pitter-patters
on my window,
ruffling my hair,
you make me
muse on
your gorgeous eyes.

Purloining
the redness
of your lips,
I dive
And
I dive into
the city of bliss.

Schmoozing
with you there,
I return
And
the rain subsides
to declare
the end of innings.
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