If your love was the rainfall <br />I’d fling my umbrella, <br />Kick off my galoshes <br />And sail my sow ester <br />In to the North wind. <br /> <br />On Lendal Bridge, <br />I’d stand above the cold river, <br />throw back my drenched head <br />and sing Russian love songs <br />at the night’s purple clouds. <br /> <br />Stripped down to my skin <br />And wearing my blindfold, <br />I’d dance through the black puddled streets <br />Of forever.<br /><br />Colm Flanagan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-love-15/
