All That You Think Is Rain Is

Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are Its Shade.

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.

This Love Has Whispered Secrets In Your Ear That Don't Make Sense To Anybody Else. You Know Who You Are. You Are The Shining Star.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.