Looking in your eyes
I feel myself falling in love with you
You said I love you
And I said it too
We went to our very own special spot
For no real reason at all
We sat and talked and looked at one another
And then the rain began to fall
We could have left just as quick as we came
But no, you wanted to stay in the rain
You asked me a question I'll never forget
Have you ever tasted the raindrops?
I looked at you funny and you gave me a sigh
The cutest look, as I wondered, why?
Why, did you ask me to taste the rain?
Well, what did have to loose or gain?
I watched you with a careful eye
And did the same as you
You were looking up at the cloudy sky
But my eyes were stuck on you like glue
I lifted my head to look at the sky
And closed my eyes really tight
Just as I thought I'd caught a raindrop
You suddenly held me tight
I opened my eyes with slight alarm
As you kissed me soft and sweet
I remember that kiss like it was yesterday
I still feel those raindrops on my cheek
I tasted the raindrops like I never had before
It was worth every second of bliss
Every time I think of that moment
I think of my raindrop kiss
We sat close together on that one special rock
And we held each other tight
Then almost as suddenly as it came
The sun came out from beneath the rain
The most beautiful colors I've ever seen
Came out on the western sky
The sun was setting and the moment was perfect
More than any money could buy
As the sun slowly set and the sky lit up
You began carving our names in our special rock
I told you I would never forget this moment
In my heart this memory is locked
As our names were finished and permanently engraved
We watched the sun finish its day
We slowly got up to leave this place
Which was a year ago this May
I haven't been to that spot in a year
Where did all the time go?
I will visit this place alone this time
And I will finally have to let go
This memory will be in my heart forever
But you will not remain in my mind
I don’t know if that love, will be seen again
For that love I cannot find
I will go to this spot as we promised we would
But you will not be there this time
Why is it that you can’t keep your promise?
I know that I am keeping mine
the strawberries will never be again reds...
This is a story like so many other pure fiction, I'm writing ... I do not know when I'll finish!
[images and texts copyrighted by Betty Branco Martins]