I feel the cold drops of rain

Fall down upon my face.

I hear the gentle pitter-patter

As the droplets hit the ground.

Like music.

I walk with her down the street,

She stomps the puddles.

There is a beauty to her playfulness.

Almost child-like.

And her laughter.

Like music.

I reach for her hand, heart pounding

Like the rain that beats the pavement.

She is beauty, she is wonder,

She is perfection at its finest.

She is music.

I pull her towards me

“May I have this dance?”

I whisper softly as the wind.

She grabs my wrist and pulls me into the street.

We dance and spin, so graceful.

Like music.

I hold her in my arms,

We sway, we laugh, we play.

We are beauty, we are wonder,

We are perfection at its finest.

We are music.

Then we stop for a moment,

And that moment stops the world.

All I see is her. All I want is her.

All I need is her.

I stare into her blue eyes.

True inspiration.

Like music.

I feel the cold drops of rain

Fall down upon my face.

I hear the gentle pitter-patter

As the droplets hit the ground.

Like music.