When rain drops kiss the face of earth
When the skyline shakes with mirth
When coffee fills up a white cup
And four year old Ben craves a lollipop
I die to put a we
at the beggining of our endless road
And make all the little "mine"s
great Ours.
sitting here like a relentless toad
begging, begging of God
for all roses to sing ballads
For my blood to be the ink
of your pen to write
why those nightingales sighed
at my ailing sight.
Or why
the rain stopped
and I wept instead.
But, believe it or not
Sweet love!
God lost his power
over natural elements
birds, ants and mice
As your love had me lost
more than twice.