Love in Monsoons

I had booked a table for us at ten,
But the night was already magical when,
I last asked her if I could see her again?
She blushed, “I hope I see you more often.”

Dinner was thrill, her glee was pure,
the best part of the night. I was sure
I wanted to be with her all the more,
I feel thankful for what fate had in store.

As the raindrops come down, and see
her lovely visage is lit up! I’m free
to sing a song of my heart, and be
a nightingale, tonight, upon my tree!

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