I see you walking...
with head down, in the rain.
I want to run and be your shelter.
Don't get sick. Please don't catch cold.
Maybe it sounds silly, but my heart cannot hold this pain.
I would have liked to run to you and scoop you up in my
shielding you from every chance of sickness.
Nice and safe, from soaking wet clothing on a long drive home.
I wouldn't care about my dampness, only you...only you, angel.
Alas...I can only watch from afar, as you walk to your car...in the rain.
I was headed upstairs, as I felt you...and I looked up and saw you.
I was too high up to get to you in time to save you from the cold wet rain.
I could only stand there. My head down...seeing your image in my mind...
walking in cold rain...my heart, flooding with pain.
Love - this heart, overflowing with warm, sweet love.
Hot - on fire with the strongest sense of care...for you, my sweet and sour love.