As the rain falls from the sky and dons your face, flecks of wetness I would love to trace.
I consider you to be a budding flower.
One I’d hang on to, or maybe devour.
Rooted and nourished I dare pluck thee.
Just so I don’t have to walk lonely.
But to love is let grow, and by now you should know.
Your love is the soft morning sun that nourishes me and everyone.
It’s a calm sense of wonder and grace.
Fleeting thoughts I often trace.
Drowning in rich scents, and your darling sentiments.
Those sweet everything’s and whispered forevers and things.
I’d pluck you out of the ground.
To walk with me all around.
But id also leave you to grow.
This, you already know.
So I walk to you every day or two.
Just to say hi and that I love you.
Whether you want to come with me, is your choice and yours only.
I’ll still show up every day on time, even in the bloody rain. It’s fine!
For your beauty is a spectacle I will never tire of.
You restless dreamer. I’m yours, love.