Rain
The rain fell gently
on the window pane
reminding me, again,
of you, my love.
My eyes eager
to adore you
Yours, sad. Softly
you turned from me
and I knew the rain
would never cease.
Perhaps, dear love,
we were never ever
meant to be
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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