The drops fall slowly in their silence;
Broken only by their meet on my roof.
I stand by my window seeing their dance,
With them; but aloof.
She walks in the night, ever so slowly;
Her steps are serene and calm;
Her lips tremble, maybe my name;
I wished I could hold her arm.
The drops of rain, cleanses my soul;
The rains wash away my fears.
I stare at the emptiness within,
My eyes know no more tears.
All good things must come to an end;
Perhaps none liked our bliss.
Under the setting sun of gloom;
We had kissed the last kiss.
I wish the night stood for once still,
As my tired eyes watch her sleep.
For tomorrow with the rising sun;
Only memories are mine to keep.