Pitter patter, softly on my skin,
Taking the Chevrolet out for a spin.
You, and I, for what seemed to be forever,
Our love, our passion would end never.
As slowly as the drizzling rain,
My hearts every corner you stain.
As avid as the roses are red,
By you my love was fed.
Gentle to the touch,
Amazing to the mind,
Your skin and mine,
Oh this couldn't be more fine.
I'd be naive,
To say it wasn't love.
I'd be cynical,
To say I was the only one.
