My days are kissed with warm raindrops,
Falling from such a beautiful sky above.
The nights are but young white roses
Dancing through your brilliant eyes.
If only you know the wondrous feelings
Running deep inside--
When you stop to smile.
To walk with you in the rain,
And to watch youth’s brilliant roses bloom...
Across such dreams, I look to you and wonder,
For you know that empty spot there in your heart?
That is where I long to be.
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