Is my heart that obvious?
Are my intentions true?
My want is so clear.
My desire is you.
Tell me why I hear
Your voice within the rain.
Your image is born
From the raindrops
On my window pane.
My heart is drowning.
Will you save it?
My body's yearning.
Do you crave it?
One glance from you
And I fall to my knees.
My heart is to eager,
But my mind is at ease.
I'm so anxious to have that moment
Where you hold me
In your eyes.
How long must you make me wait
Before this fire dies?
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Nena Ranks
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