In my head first and now here in my heart
it’s raining, endlessly raining.
It’s a song this rain that goes
unashamedly in my heart singing
your name, love, your name
only and always your name!
Sung, your name is a storm
that carries me with it
complete stillness yet passion entire.
The storm turns into a blossom
which springs from the fire of our love.
But now it bears fruit so ashen,
oh beauty so far from my feeling!
In torrents it rains, rains endlessly
first in my head and now here in my heart.
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2013