Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you...

The flower needs the sun
For its warmth and beauty...

The rain trickles, holding mother's hand
Without an umbrella, she strides in demand...

The day as gray, but does not even shroud
In fact, I saw, your face in the clouds...

With my bags, I exit the door
I pause and think, been through this before...

My heart beats
As I close in on your lips...

Her very presence, nervously excites me
Can't think or speak, what to say, if any...

He'd kiss me good morning, he'd kiss me goodnight
I can see from his smile, his future would be...

Come down from the skies, from another galaxy
Just the sight, sends the earthlings panicky...

The old man on the corner, ignore him and his...
Perhaps his comeuppance, consequent to his...

It's funny when one comments, a Caucasian bears...
All relate with laughter, comfortably accept its...

I miss your hugs, invigorating charms
I anticipate when, you're back in my arms...