| Her Rain makes the sky green, And the trees disappear Into the clouds, Brightened by flashes As thunder booms, But that name is all that Echoes through this room, Through my head, Through my heart. Love? Annie says it's wonderful, Wonderful, But all I feel is pain... Her name appears in lights; She speaks, Voice rich and vibrant and silent, Washing over me, And I am lost In ecstasy. I've lost myself again In her. love poems anonymous |