Love of mine…
I rest assured that you are like the rain
Sure to come again, waiting patiently for the sun to give way.
Falling and falling and falling thousands of feet crashing to the ground
I was so fond of the rain because I was so fond of your sound.
Feeling as if the only thing left to do was wither and die
You’d always come, rushing down forcefully from the sky…
Refreshing and renewing and returning me to a lively state
And teasing me relentlessly because you’d always evaporate.
A transmution of your love into something that could no longer be seen
Or felt for that matter…
But then you’d surprise me and wrap yourself around me tightly disguised as the wind
Swaying me back and forth, your love was ever present
You truly meant when you said you’d never leave me again.
You were so beautiful to me, the representation of everything that was right in this world
Effortlessly loving me whilst continuously changing form.