Softly
Softly, he touches rain,
And then to me in return.
Softly, he reaches my mind,
And then to me I turn unbound.
My spirit longs for grace,
each time I see his face.
Softy, what does my heart desire.
When soul and body collide.
Softly, it rains again,
and hopefully it never ends.
True passion does glide,
from it I cannot hide.
Then softly it rains again
for this time it will end.
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