
Starts as a mental image...ends in a want for a moment of love.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 126 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-27-05 - id: 1897380
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As the rain drops
Trickle down my fingertips
Ice sickles form upon your lips
From your freezing breath
That runs so cold
To show a beauty that is
All your own
Your eyes they sparkle
With your mountain stream kiss
And no star could shine
Brighter than those in your eyes
Touch me so softly so it feels like a could
Love me so deeply and speak it aloud
And just for this moment
I know that you're mine
We'll soar to the heavens
And make up for lost time
If when it is over it's happened too fast
We will use the rain so cold
To freeze and to hold
And make every last moment last
Even if it is but one
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