Have you ever seen the sky,
when it's gourging with love
that clouds cover it
and the stars
shine, peeking out, like a young girl's eyes?
And then cascades of raindrops like pearls,
then another runs down your spine?
But it is not rain;
the downpour is too deliberate
and glistening like memories of all your favorite girls.
Little puddles everywhere you know,
formed by nights too beautiful to be true.
The sky wants to sum up,
size up and sympathize,
similar to when you slip your fingers across the piano,
and you squeeze my hand because you'll never let go...
Maybe.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-girl-but-i-can-t-complain/
