The rain is pouring out
Giving chills to my warm heart
Through the window pane
Thoughts flooded my brain
Maybe somewhere in a faraway land
Someone is meant to hold my hand
To comfort in pains, to correct the wrongs
To breathe fresh air into the lungs
To watch sunsets and sunrise
To dry the tears from my eyes
To share the hopes of tommorow
To connect deeply through the skin down to the marrow
To witness the skies turned gray to clear
To sing lullabies and music to the ear
To witness the blooming and fading of a rose
To bring tickle and aroma to the nose
To cross borders and boulders
To rest my head on his shoulders
To bring out each other’s best
Or to simply lie on his chest
To drink tea, coffee or wine
To wrap his arms around my spine
To share secrets and cooking tips
To bring thousand kisses to the lips
We may be separated now by oceans or just a river
Like blood knows its path to the liver,
I know our feet will find its way
Not maybe, but surely, someday.