When destiny stopped by.
The streetlight's glare opaque,
A drawing normal night.
It was raining at home,
When vibrations from outside,
Alerted me to stand,
And make that vital stride.
A pivot of my universe,
Always to be like this,
The passage of the story book,
I rewrite the kiss,
It was raining at home,
When I became open to care,
And it was a beautiful red rose,
She wore in her hair.