It is not yet my time to cry...
But when it falls,
I shall fall in love with a fleeing soul
That never loves me back.
Neither is it my time to die…
But when it calls,
I shall give my heart to a love-back soul
That I live for in the dark.
Thunder and lightning flash my eye
...
But not for me,
instead for you
I shall live your rain.
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That never loves me back. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.