the sound of the rain warms my heart
There's something about the look in your eyes, something I noticed when I admired just right. Tears fell from my eyes last night, not because of anything entirely you did, just because I felt overcome with lonliness. And not because I was even alone, but because I didn't have you to myself. I know, it was selfish, and so juvenile. But when the rain hit the ground and you hugged me so tight, I was overjoyed with love. And those words left your lips, and of course, my anger inside disapeared, and the tears were no more. There is only love, yes, only love. In my attempts at being mean I can never seem to succeed. You just won't allow me to. That though is a very good quality. You make up for my flaws, and I, I make up for yours. I'd like to say that we have something perfect, and it's not perfect for anyone but us; I think that is what makes it, so incredibly, perfect.