Skin To Skin Bare and warm, a beautiful touch that keeps the soul alive. Hand in hand, or chest to chest, the luminesce feeling puts the heart in a state of content. For undying love burns at the core, and roots itself out with simple contact. Never will bliss fulfill you more than when you are skin to skin.

Rain Sometimes love isn't fire, Sometimes it's the drizzle The dew, the mist. Sometimes it's the soft things, A cool wind, a drift. Sometimes it's passion built up inside, Causing a hurricane, But no, not a fire. Sometimes there's lightening that strikes now and then, We all know the rainbow is at the end. No, not a fire, not a raging flame But a gentle storm, With this, there is rain.

The Seasons Changing "I've never met someone with blue eyes in the summer, and green in the winter." He gazed at her with a look of certainty. Love to them came easy, it was more or less a storm over a trickle of rain. Nothing was more clear, though.