After motorcycling a hundred miles
just to be with her,
driving through sieving rain,
curtains of fog,
biting, icy cold
in the middle of a June winter
your relationship with its doubts and hopes
mills through your mind
and when she runs out
to open the gate
like a bright ray in the rain,
smiles as if life is great
you just cannot wait
for her embrace
and her hot lips
to burn the chill from yours
and her cheerfulness, passion
and love lingers
like a lasting flame.
[Reference: Lingering by Lisa Zaran.]
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