WILLIAMSJI MAVELI, Bliss of Love

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.