Rain Showers...

As years pass by, my passion may grow,
 
Like a river aiming towards a steep flow;
 
In a much strange, deep emotional stream;
 
Than when we, were so young to scream;
 
This is a story of love, many years old affair;
 
In a standstill, holding at heart as a lovely fair;
 
Rain shower has never, ever been more plentiful;
 
Together in each others embrace, so beautiful;
 
the flavor of your body, the feel of your  nature;
 
A gorgeous flash,  in my recall forever to nurture;
 
You lived for me, what love seemed like forever,
 
but I wish you would not have suffered never.
 
 
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI