Love in the rain

i enter a time through the lattice drizzle

but i was wandering in the real puzzle,

yes, i was tracing my own blood flow.

my being seen by humans, but my soul is only friends with the blow.

sometimes I stop to stand staring at you from the window of my pores,

i look at you with all my love then I came back arguing with the devil about the love.

he laughed and said, love yourself!

I kept walking and walking through the rain ... harbored a sense of longing that the bubbling

I realized that was not the rain which flushed my soul

but the longing to love and be loved