The pitter-patter of words
From the next room
As the rain comes down
Outside
From the rooftops you can see
For miles
Getting soaked is worth
The price
Of getting out

The gentle exchange
Escalates
Climbing the ladder
Of fear and confusion
Footsteps begin to take the reigns
Heading for the door
And that's when the initiative kicks in
Just as the doorknob's touched
The back door is flung open
And outsteps the man
You thought you knew

On the way
On his way
Out
To the place
Where your eyes
Where your ears
Are free

Thou’st inquired to the cause of my love,
I must sayeth thy query bewilders me,
When thou, as an angel sent from above;
Enriches mine soul that now calleth for thee.
With thine eyes akin to stormy oceans,
And hair a halo of most purest gold,
Compels mine heart to thy subjugation,
And melts hence the raw frost of winter’s cold.
That sagacious and cultivated mind,
Forever infatuated and wonders me.
Thou witty words and sound of voice I findeth,
Enthralls my mind and charms me to thee.
Thou a being too divine for reality,
Knoweth that my love for thee outsteps infinity.