• I love him
    But he turns away
    I love him
    But he says nothing

    Does he love me?
    I see nothing in those ice-cold eyes.
    Does he see me?

    I'm standing here
    In the pouring rain
    He doesn't say anything.
    He holds out an umbrella.

    I take it and open it
    I pull him toward me
    He hesitates
    But comes nearer

    Little moments
    Are precious
    Just like that instant
    when we touched.