It was raining outside,
Hailstones, hit the roof:
Excited! I called his name;
Hands rolled over my bed,
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Oh poet! Life can be cruel sometimes....it's raining, wake up excited, to find love (comforter) , only that he's cold stone: gone. Then you cry, with tears dripping down the very disappointed cheeks.....This one deserve a 10+++++
What a fantastic write Lungelo, the images drawn in this poem makes it easier for a reader to feel your loss pain..10
Thanks Brian with your friendly comments...much appreciated