Desire

On a windy evening,
I am back again to meet her.
She is up there, and
I am down here looking at her eyes.
She is not the same as the day we met for the first time.
She is not smiling at me as she did the day I touched her for the first time.
She is not as beautiful as the day I felt her fragrance for the first time.
She is blue, disturbed, and has something to tell me, but then she keeps silent.
I am confused.
Is she doubting my love for her?
Is she not going to hug me like before?
Is she going to leave me and my love?
No, you won't.
Because
I love you every day and night.
I love your unpleasant voice and ugly face.
I love you because you are who you are.
I love you because no one has ever made me feel the love like you have.
So why are you silent, my love?
Hearing that, she cried.
And those eye drops made me feel that love, that warmth, and that smell.
Yes, she loves me a lot more than I love her.
And she will keep doing it even if I forget her.
I love you, rain.