amory

the rain
softly hit my face
reminded me of your
gentle touch
the thought of it
carried a smile
to my face
which has the most
morose reputation
i want to change this
this typical pattern
of broken hopes
and empty words
i have never let
and untrue word
slip from my lips
as hard as it has been
and as hard as it wont be
the very thought
of your broken heart
makes mine bleed
and if anything it is this
that makes what was
always an impossibility
suddenly so easy
this all has been so easy
but isnt that the way
it is meant to be
love is a beautiful thing
and you are the most
beautiful of them all