reminiscent of rain drops

no turn, no sway...no turn, no sway.

as you approach I look away.

the footsteps so reminiscent of rain drops hitting the cold cement.

the cadence of your voice prescribing me an anecdote from my reality.

I hope to fall at those feet with honest hands and fevered speech.

no turn, no sway...no turn, no sway.

you have come into my world and I need you to stay.