Drops Of Your Memory

And the shower so pretty has fallen again

I look in amazement as my eyes do the same 

It's not that I have envy, the drops so serene

But I can't help but see you, in every drop talking to me

The Eden overcast, blocking​ the heat

Like your swirls and your locks scattered over my face 

So pure is that shade that the farthest trees cry 

We envy that shade, to him, we can't provide.

I feel the drops tapping the floor 

Imitating the way your feet walk through

Tapping your heal with sync to my heartbeat

And the drops so poorly, try to remind me of you.

The way your waist moves around

As you walk on the path which my heart follows, wanting to hold it firm in my palms 

Craving for a touch from those lips

I feel the thunder screaming in pain like I would, away from you 

Screeching my nails, rolling my fingers

Sensing how it was 

When you were their trophy

The rides of Zeus beheld my pain 

My eyes were drenched yet I smiled away

The lightning and thunder knew my pain

For I smiled for my love, and the rain cried in my anguish, Insane.