GENTLY SPILL
Your beauty is beyond compare,
As with one look, I cannot help but to stare.
Your music so fitting to me,
As you whisper your sweet melancholy.
The jazz of your blues,
The melody of your tunes,
The crisp of your air,
Brings to my eyes, sweet tears.
Your cold, long steps echo against my window pane,
As through the night, your terror reigns
You take away my every pain,
You, sweet, beloved patter of rain.
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