I walk the square now, the raindrops pitter patter, some from my eyes now, but it doesn’t matter; I had to watch a little tragedy.
It can happen, when two lives intermingle, pulls the heartstrings, until a single tear is formed, then others come from me.
It’s when love blooms and you feel the magic, that the heart can be squeezed. It can be tragic;
Then, you raise your eyes for comfort please.
…and it comes in a soft cascade, finding this comfort saves a fool like me.
…and I can see now, so poorly at the first, that it’s a blessing that it’s not the worst thing that could befall a simple wretch like me.
I will endure now, all sadness overtaken, stand above the godforsaken trembling gnashing thing that I can be.
The sun’s come out now, and the rain is stopping. All will be well now and my heart is pumping.
A little stumble in the road of life for me. I see the answer, it was right there before me.
Can’t wait to tell her and give her our release.