You Are... Poem by Natasa To

For the Valentine's DAY

I am the young girl,
he is the man
Hold me tight
to kiss me,
to touch my skin
for having feeling blue.
It is raining at Seattle.
The loneliness fly to the wind
as happy as we can be.
Count the time passed by,
you and I love each other.
Wishing our age are younger
about eighteen or twenty year olds.
It is always raining at Seattle,
so I stand close to you
to let you know
you are.. my lover.