June's Raindrops Falling On My Head Poem by Mike Gift

her light is dim but her aura's always a beauty,
it goes along with a tragic symphony,
she thought herself an unpleasant lady,
her brain and her tongue met, sang a rueful melody.

wind i fond but it is gone,
game is over, nothing have i won,
creep into your world and found no bond,
please don't sigh girl, look it is dawn.

what more can i yield?
when all this is due.
you made all things sealed,
but you've no idea i am gonna make it brand new.

dear you my unfailing muse,
girl i've wrote songs for you, i can't reveal.
but my dignity mind you don't abuse,
and if you did i'll love you still.