"Rain of Love" ("Moments Suspended in Time: Part 2")

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The rain poured down like a river of tears, 

As it washed away our love, our dreams, our fears. 

Our hearts were torn apart, our souls left bare, 

And I couldn't find the strength to catch you there.


The youths laughed as they took you away, 

Leaving our love to wither and decay. 

All that's left are these letters of love, 

As you burned in agony, crying above.


Drop drop drop, 

Each tear a symbol of our love lost, 

As the sky cried along with me, 

My heart shattered, at what cost?


What about love? What about love? What about love? 

It's a question that haunts me, like a curse from above. 

That drop, drop, drop hits my heart like an arrow, 

As I mourn the love that we used to know.


Today is your wedding day, and I cry, 

As you walk down the aisle, with tears in your eyes. 

My heart breaks, as your white dress is stained, 

With the tears that fall, like drops of rain.


Our love became a secret, hidden away, 

As we whispered words we dared not say. 

Now, as you say your vows to another, 

My heart aches, and I can only suffer.


Drop drop drop, 

Each tear a reminder of what we had, 

As the sky cries for our love that's now gone, 

And my heart beats with a heavy, solemn song.


What about love? What about love? What about love? 

It's a question that echoes, like a cry from above. 

That drop, drop, drop hits my heart like an arrow, 

As I mourn the love that we used to know.


But I'll try to move on, and let you be happy, 

Even if it leaves me feeling lost and sappy. 

Our love will always be a memory to hold, 

As I watch you walk away, my heart feeling cold.


Laughing, these youths took my lover away, 

But I'll keep our love alive, even in dismay. 

Crying and crying, my beloved burned in agony, 

But I'll keep our love alive, in my heart's symphony.


Drop drop drop, 

Each tear a testament to what we had, 

As the rain pours down, like a mournful ballad. 

What about love? What about love? What about love? 

It's a question that lingers, like a ghost from above. 

That drop, drop, drop hits my heart like an arrow, 

As I mourn the love that we used to know.

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