Her Last Smile In The Rain Poem by keith Durante

There's a cold rain falling down on the morning,
I stand at my window, I hear love calling,
a blistery wind pelts a new formed puddle,
I see her splash its'surface racing to the shuttle;

despite the chill she offers a wave and warm smile,
tapping her wrist with a welcoming nod and sly style,
I smile and mime, coffee at seven,
tonight I'll disclose she's my love and my heaven;

we met at a cafe' just off the city thoroughfare,
I was smitten by the many amber shades of her hair,
we sat at a small table stripped of formality,
neither of us languished in or cared for mystery;

we met and spoke often, shrouded whispers on the street,
imprisoned by her art and her marriage incomplete,
our love was stolen moments engraved in time,
where each breath we exhaled ended in rhyme;

warm and tender her kisses upon my cheek,
my heart lept each time the cafe' door would squeak,
I still go there often, coffee seems to dull the pain,
ravishing still, Her Last Smile In The Rain...