Midnight in a storm of rain,
Spacy was my mind and brain.
Both, spacy enough, refrained
From countering the voice that called.
The familiar mellow melody
Came softly speaking out to me,
And I listened helplessly,
Not caring who it was at all.
And had I became aware
Of the person who was there,
I would've fled with a day to spare
And left him in a daze.
Yet, I was already conscious of
The person whose smooth voice I loved.
But his lure I could not shove
While in my stuporous phase.
