And so came the rain lacking rage;
The sivery-drops like myriad arrows from heaven,
Pattering a sweet melody second to Silence
Like unruffled love newly stem soaring in passion.
Is there a more delight greater then this love`s breath;
Devoid off general sophistry and Youthful ways.
No means-confound or other jewel can stand a match
Equaling her breath nor better her natural virtues.
Love is but a streaming river throughout the year;
And bear the brunt of Drought with a parched bed.
Then the gushing Summer torrents in firepower
Set to flood the river yet it remains undamaged.
Fraught in a love rhyme yet solitary
In a wondering heart seeking beauty.
