Poetry
Rainy Days
I long for your embrace,
the physical act I adore.
You save them for rainy days,
when I never see them coming
Rainy days are my favorites,
when you open your arms.
Years have shown your love,
grows quietly inside.
It's me that can't see your heart,
too many years I've taken for granted.
Someday if before me you part,
my days will last longer than wanted.
I will feel your breath and I know,
that you have been there,
just like before it was never for show.
I will be okay my dear, don't fear.