Fable of rain

I’m stricken with raindrops on my soul, O lovesick arrows. Life held together, beautiful.

One goes for a walk, one two one two, multiple, with you the rain mingles it’s arrows.

Your love, pathway thru delerium, wet, to your house, and I’m dripping thru.

Seems mad, the pain I feel going past you. Lovesickness, old-time love’s illness.

Remedy your enchantment, pour yourself, infused, into the chaotic rainfall. Hear

You say I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. Life together, holds me enthralled.