You are not a rain
but you always draw rain water
a raindrop in my eyes
your existence is the reason
why cloudy clouds show up this morning, and
forcing me to spill rain
for the umpteenth time, from
petals that I had painstakingly cried.
I just did not expect it
that I have turned away
from your burning kisses in words,
still able to feel your distant existence
still believe in my love.
So I beg you,
be merciful to a pair of eyes
who may be staring at this poem.
Or we can agree,
through all that there is, that
God knows my love is not lost by time
until death picked me up and
I will wait for you later
