Today, in the middle of the rain
the streets of the city whisper
a murmur of love and sleeplessness,
under the grey sky that their eyes murmur.
Steaming coffee, golden shelter,
the drops sing on the glass,
and between laughter and distant glances,
lovers play an immortal dance.
Desire peeps out, daring,
like shadows looking for their home,
a subtle touch, a stolen instant,
in every corner, in every pair.
Cups clinking, like hearts,
each sip, a heartbeat, a flash,
while outside the rain doesn't stop,
inside, the world is a soft handkerchief.
So, in the mist of this December,
where time slows down and goes away,
lovers find eternal being,
a shelter in the rain, a place to love.
