Standing atop this hill, the rain flying down;
The sparkle in your eyes, not a hint of a frown.
The moonlight shines, and through it rays it shows; That in this darkness, a million diamonds are aglow.
Not in this lifetime, or billions to come; Your beauty this night will be compared to none.
Like the silent rose bush, or solemn willow tree;
Your radiance will set the fiercest heart free.
Raindrops gleam off the flower that is you;
Never knowing they fell on something so true.
Dreams of old begin to come alive; Things you never new find a way to thrive.
Flash, flash, flash, the rain cries out; Holding their secrets of pain and doubt.
They keep it hidden till the end;
When at that time, their death begins.
The hill speaks and asks of you;
What happens when the rain is through.
Standing there atop this hill;
To be here forever is your will.
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