With You

I drum my nails

On the hard rails

Contemplating

Not complaining

Of the present

I'm so content

To stay here

With you near

I smile

For a whille

And you

Grin too

Your eyes

Produce sighs

When you're looking

At me I sing

Even with

This myth

I'm hard to get

It's you I met

And I fell

Don't tell

It's you I love

My mourning dove

Standing in the rain

You take away the pain

You make me laugh

A perfect smile graph

Even in a storm

You keep me warm

So I'm not complaining

Just contemplating

Thinking of

Our love

And I try

Not to cry

When you're away

And clouds are gray

I think of you

And they turn blue