A Trumpeters' Lullaby

There's something different about speechless encounters When the rain pours and we're soaked from the days work, my legs tremble and my eyes water With the buds of pain dripping from my eyes It has been a lifetime since I promised myself forever And today seems to be as hopeless as yesterday But it is not long Before your arms are draped around mine And it feels as if we're locked within a trance Smiling feels less of a chore now If moments could last forever If I could choose I'd choose this moment; our speechless encounter