Every raindrop turns you on,
That will end on waking up tired the next day.
Oh, the intense love you have for the rain,
Especially the ones in New York.

I know what love looks like,
I can see it with my naked eye.
I know how it can make you look the brightest,
The most beautiful human that ever existed.
I know what love looks like,
but sadly, love, I don't know what it feels like.

Hearsay, the more you forgive, the more they will love you. But every time you forgive them, you fall in love with them less and less. And the time they love you more than any other is very much the moment you decide to love them the least.

Our relationship is built with role-plays and fore-plays,
You ask me to be someone I find hard to portray,
Sadly, I still do it for I want you to stay,
But I am not just some actress leading in your stage play.

It is hard to find words,
That rhymes with the other,
Words that are evidently sweet,
That can make your heart feel warm and tender.

Poets are clever,
They build worlds in words,
That can make you shiver,
Poets, they are brilliant liars.

A love that is pure
Is the only thing that can lure,
And cure a broken heart,
That’s for sure.