For Chris.

The rainfall patters upon rooves and walls:
Envelops, cradles, comforts my quick heart.
Clouds break, yet my heart echoes sounds of squalls.
It's metronomic--patters--and imparts:

"It's love, profound, that drives my every beat,
Sustaining life and guiding our intent."
The patters rainfall brought become concrete,
Though rainfall cannot claim it's love's advent.

No, fundamental love flows from elsewhere:
Another's heart, which does not hesitate.
From one's life partner, freely, without flair.
Love grasps our lives and will never abate.

I cannot spend another day apart.
It's you, your love, that takes hold of my heart.