Roses under the Clovers

I can see through the rain...
Broken drops of water
again...I forgot they were there
after hours
... this endless night
and I feel like staring
at the re-born colors
of the wet green grass
through the re-born colors
of my wet blue eyes
As I watch them fall all around me
I remember are first kiss
And as you held me
It’s these forgotten memories
That I often miss

...whatever... . . . don't ask, don't tell....