The Passion Poem by Him Name

cool rain touches my finger tips
my soul is remineded of her lips
i withdraw form its touch
my heart wines for her so much
our love was of simple plessures
in witch the seraphes had no measures
as i dance i still sing
of our songs beauitful ring
i tell myself you all gone
but i dare not let go of this song
i am for her and her alone
now the world has a different tone
i am juat a man
too be as hollow as i am
forever inspired by your being
wonder im not feeling you
forever shall i wait
to the day the world meets its fate
in my heart i still sing
sorrow is all its brings
i will always sing for its meaning to my soul
oh now noone will ever knowhow to fil my hole