After The Rain
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
Sweet! I would say though that "I can't tell where you end" and "And I begin" should be in the same stanza.
thank you for your suggestion it was my intention to put an empty line where was said those two couldn't be parted or differed from one another
I really love the second stanza, beautiful
I love the flow of this. You gotta love when people come together to the point of not knowing where one begins and ends.
Awesome job! I love it!
gotta love romantic moods. I especially like the final paragraph.