Aren’t you quite like the rainy day?

That very day, with enormous clouds at bay;

Too lazy were they, to waft past,

However, I ne’er wished to lose them fast

Oops, don’t you hate the drizzle and puddles?

Swear I, they won’t ever pose you as hurdles!

I can’t let the chauffeur drive you,

To the wintry den, across autumn’s gate…

For, you are more lovely and more temperate.

And let alone summer, all hell will break lose,

If that’s what you plan to choose!

If I were seeded as lowly as the plain,

You seated much above, in the heaven

Yet should the thoughts of me

Against all odds, ascend to heaven

In honour of my love, to tie the cords!