Stolen kisses wavering in the soft rain,  
You kissed me just to kiss me, light, feathered, and pure,  
As if the sky itself whispered our names,  
In a language only we understood.

The world held its breath,  
Each drop a secret, every sigh a promise,  
But the rain, like time, slipped through our hands,  
Carrying away the taste of your lips,  
And the warmth that lingers, even now.

I find myself chasing echoes,  
Searching for the shimmer of that moment,  
When your lips met mine in a fleeting dance,  
A tender theft, leaving me with the sweetest ache.  

You kissed me just to kiss me,  
And I’m left dreaming of the rain,  
Where every drop still sings of you.