I'll store our divine passion in a cloud's silver lining,
with our luminous thoughts threading themselves into chains with the many raindrops.
The same raindrops that will wash away the filth and rubbish on the ground below.
The same raindrops that will take away painful evidence & destroy puppy love chalk drawings.
The same raindrops.
They won't break through the care I'll give to you, and call it by the name of "love".
They won't break through the position of power I'll put you in, and call it by the name of "trust".
They won't break through the days and nights that are ahead of us, and call it by the name of "eternity".