Rain's breath upon the world, a chill wind sighs,
At the street's far edge, a figure stands.
I braked my car, said, "Weather's unkind,"
She, shy, replied, "Thank you, kind hands."
"My ride will arrive, a moment's grace,
If seen, our secret will disgrace."
Rain's breath upon the world, a chill wind sighs.
Then, at a party, later, I did roam,
And there she stood, the one who ruled my heart.
I went to her, whispered, "Hello, my home,"
She spoke some words, a brand new start.
I, shy, then drew back, heart in retreat,
Love's tests are fierce, on longing's street.
Rain's breath upon the world, a chill wind sighs,
At the street's far edge, a figure stands.
I went to her, whispered, "Hello, my home,"
She spoke some words, a brand new start.
"My ride will arrive, a moment's grace,
If seen, our secret will disgrace."
Rain's breath upon the world, a chill wind sighs,
At the street's far edge, a figure stands.
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