Are you real
as the tear shaped drops of rain
on my window
you cloud my judgement
like stormy weather on a spring day
i can't see you but hear you
as loud as thunder
I enjoy the rain
so it's no wonder i was blown
away by you
as invisible as the wind
yet leaving me flustered
taking my breath away
swoosh..there it goes
Unpredictable as the weather
i anticipate your every move
you make me ponder
over and over
things that hardly matter
worrying about time some time later
amusing me with your behaviour
If invisible beings were true
that would explain you
by and by day by day
you make me sway
like treetops on a windy day
i wish you were real,
that is all i pray.
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