Soft rustle of branches against the window's glass
has our time come to pass?
Clothing carelessly strewn across the grass
ageless in the dream relived in aching sleep.
Their love runs much too deep.
A secret only two dare to keep.
Raindrops reflecting the moment's tranquility
hidden so no one can see.
The merging of sweet dreams and reality.
Passion spent, rekindled, and finally at an end.
Trying so hard not to descend.
Two lonely hearts now on the mend.