Umbrella
When the sky let's go with a cold and lonesome rain
I feel so protected in your arms once again.
If not for you, what would I do?
You are my life, my life is you.
You are my umbrella in the cold, lonesome rain.
You are my defender against the coming pain.
Where would I be? I just can't see
another possibility.
You've made me so happy, I treasure all your love.
Truly, it's a gift that rained down from up above.
A perfect time, a life sublime,
for we like words together rhyme.
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Written just for Dennie's CTSS challenge phrase '' When the sky let’s go with a cold and lonesome rain '
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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