Love came softly,
like rain on a quiet night,
touching every lonely place
and filling it with light.
It fell without warning,
gentle, warm, and true,
and every drop whispered,
"I found my way to you."
Now when the rain is falling
and the whole world turns gray,
I think of your love—
and smile through every day.
For love, like rain,
doesn't ask where it should go;
it simply falls from heaven
and makes the heart grow.
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