Another overcast, rainy and lonely day,
Silently a dropp of rain splashes down,
Cloudburst inundates sorrowful array,
Coruscant angelic tears fall upon frown,
Looking to the dark griceous clouds,
Arms outstretched, extended apart,
In an attempt to make heavenly shrouds,
Drop a bomb on my sequestered heart,
Blasting my blood vessels into action,
Billowing out a wave of excitement,
Clearing a path for potent attraction,
Searching skyward for passionate scent,
Starting stardust cascades of confetti,
As love does finally fall down on me!
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This is love so eloquently described, how it does dropp like a bomb igniting explosions of passion. Well done.