It's raining, it's raining in our hearts
with love.
It rains with warmth,
inside our lips,
when they touch.
It rains with my hands,
on your smooth skin.
It rains with your nails
On my skin.
It rains with our hands,
when they clutch each other tightly.
it rains tears
when one of us leaves.
It's raining screams
When you want to fight.
It's raining smiles
when I see, again and again, how beautiful you are.
But finally, my love,
it's raining with your being
Into my soul and heart.
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