As i drive through the rain
it strikes the windshield with
a subtle disdain.
As you run to the car
to avoid the rain i think
my god you could be
the one to release the
sun. Your beauty awakens
within me the clumsy
nervousness of my youth.
Now we feel loves first
awkward embrace as i
gently caress your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem