And the summer rain that falls,
Falls softly on your face.
And it falls, falls and falls
Onto your fingertips,
And onto your heels.
The shadow that hides the tiredness in your eyes,
The weakness in your smile,
And yet I feel to feel that there is nothing more beautiful,
Than basking in the curves of your lips,
A hand holding you, precious, sinking into your hips.
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