• Do you taste my Raindrops,
    My Child,
    My Darling?
    Your joyful lips pursing to purge
    Your human SIN;
    They are Sweeten to Perfection
    Of the Purest Salt.

    Do you hear my Raindrops,
    ‘May Child’,
    My Dearest?
    Your delightful ears straining to hear
    Your CONFESSION;
    They Thunder upon the Ground
    As Delicate Crystals.

    Do you see my Raindrops,
    My Child,
    My Lovely?
    Your sparkled eyes shining
    Your ENLIGHTMENT;
    They Pour from the Heavens
    To Shower the Earth.

    Do you feel my Raindrops,
    ‘Mai Childe’,
    My Sweetheart?
    Your hands itching to hold
    Your greatest MIGHT;
    They Caress you Coldly
    Like a Lover's Arms.