When love rains
It will call at 4 am,
To be sure that you're ok,
To listen to the silence
Until you fall asleep.
Without need to apologise
Without need to worry
Like all things,
When love rains
It fills the gaps of our insecurities
And soaks us in the perfect flexibility
That everything is perfectly imperfect
Just the way it is
As long as it's you're the one in my arms,
When love rains
You are the catastrophic spark
That creates this insatiable need
To run outside
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