Raindrops falling down,
searching for your face
to find the home where they belong.
Raindrops on your skin
turning the water to champagne to celebrate the date of our loves birthday.
Raindrops washing themselves
with your steam to become smoothie like cream,
to lubricate the soul and refresh the spirit
in order to fly without restrictions or limits.
Raindrops creates a river of pleasurable desires
rushes and washes the traces of our kisses that we kissed
and filled the ocean every time a raindrop fall down
and we loved each other with strength and power
I love you every time the raindrops fall down.
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