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The author has taken the liberty of the mispelling of "rain" to be
"raine" for artistic and sentimental purposes.
Each sunrise brings no promise of either sunlight or rain.
It only brings a new day to dawn upon the skies in all its majestic glory.
Each sunrise is much like when I see you.
It brings no promise of a kind word or a gentle touch.
It only brings the sight of you to me.
Eyes drink in the sight of you as if dying of thirst.
Sometimes in dismay at others in love, but always thirsty for your presence.
I come to you at the merest inkling of your want of me.
To wrap myself around your presence and soak up the
warmth that you bring to me even in your silence.
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I never doubt that you care for me nor that the warm embrace that holds me and is yours and yours alone.
It is strong and it comforts me. It smoothers me in your frowns, but at others, it ignites me as if a match to passion.
Though I may forget sometimes, or shy away from you,
never doubt my need for you or my care for you. For you hold my heart as no other...no other. |
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Our relationship is much like the wild. There I am the first drops of summer raine and you the tiger simplistic and hungry. Will you devour my raindrops with your hungry eyes and powerful teeth as if they are a nuisance in your day's hunt? Or will my droplets fall to your tongue as a sweet savage surrender? |
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The raine falls softly over the tiger on the russet plains at sunrise and sunset protecting him, caressing his coat, shielding him from the harshness of the day's sun. His body strong and mane thick become soaked with its showering moistness, washing it from the day's dust, to shine in the next sunrise anew. His stripes to glisten again, each as unique as the drop of raine that falls over his face to mist his eyes and trace his lips. His eyes move upward to the skies that shine brightly to those who would listen as the moist raindrops coat him in their sweet caress as if in answer to his silent prayer.
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