I wish to taste the <br /> <br />Rain on your lips <br /> and sweet shall be the memory <br />For true love is lost <br /> In the daily chores of the autumn <br /> <br />So too you doubt and resist <br /> As do bend to the winters wind <br />Flick the sweat from your brows <br /> And close the heart to the summer sun <br /> <br />and all I wish <br /> Is to taste the rain on your lips<br /><br />Asadullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-asks-me-why/
