Rain.
Fall on me...
Quench my thirst to be first in someone's eyes
And the desire to the fire with the same at sunrise
I love to watch the flame of sun in you..as I center you
or wherever.
Storms may ring loud
but lighting crashes my thunder in your cloud
Lay upon my holiness or some form of glory
No chance this is not more than some story
It is "The" story spanning eons of time
One harmonic symphony drawn in conclusion with the divine
Rivers or streams make the Earth a piece of Heaven clay to be molded and shaped so that us, 2 becoming one, can play.
Hide and seek will be at its peak around midnight.
Midnight Rider, my ride or die, Confident savant
Love on top of wind
Our Anita Baker song plays in the background.
About the Creator
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