My friend an artist once at night when raindrops fell on the window glass
Was in the mood to draw to me my one and only love
I was enchanted, numb and silent and simply stared up above
My love since then had been with me at every road’s overpass
And time was flowing nice and slow
With not much pain to undergo
When on a lonesome rainy night
My love would dazzle and excite
But years passed and I had seen
The sadness of the same routine,
The boring rainy days to fight,
And then my love had dimmed its light
My love had dimmed its glowing light, the days are dull with no delight
My love is covered by the shadow invisible under moonlight
The vibrant colors, the playful fire no longer shine as an invite
My love is crying out for me so helpless to ignite
The tender colors are withdrawn
The height and depth is also gone
And perfect lines are blurry now -
Detachment portrait anyhow
Still LOVE is staring into my eyes
I don't intend to analyze
A string of dreams is my lifeline
The silence and the undermine
The face of joy and inspiration had lost the kindness and affection
My love will die inside of me eventually, no resurrection
And teardrops of scornful rain are running down the windowpane
My love is mute while slowly walking far away
The rainbow of the days bygone
Is drizzled by the future’s dust
The memories of joy and fun -
All overrated, overdone
The image melts upon the glass
It can't be saved
This soon will pass
How could I even try to bring
The joy of love again to sing?
Or maybe I should break the window
And open up a different world
Where sunlit drawings rule the days
Of every artist anyways…