Good-Bye My Love

Based on 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald This one was originally an English assignment, but I edited it a bit before posting it

The rain came down about half past three,

To a soft, rhythmic beat through which their whispers were barely audible,

"Are you in love with me?" she said low in his ear,

That voice held him most,

With its fluctuating, feverish warmth,

That low, sweet fever,

While faces drifted here and there,

Like rose petals blowing in the breeze,

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while,

As if to give them a deep memory

For the long parting they knew the next day promised,

They had never been closer in their month of love,

Nor communicated so profoundly,

Than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder,

Or when he touched the ends of her fingers gently,

As though she were asleep,

The rain was still falling,

But the darkness had parted in the west,

And there was a pink and golden billow

Of foamy clouds above the sea,

Filling the house with gray-turning, gold-turning

Light.