To sit by the window sill
And see the noisy rain,
Darkening the landscape,
Making the red umbrella hurry faster
By the calm, green field.
And then, by some adolescent craze
I feel like letting you know,
About things I have long craved understanding,
And things that I should have said,
On many bygone wintery evenings,
Things that I think, I feel, I love, about you.
Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.
