Why am I still in mid-air?
Do you think it is fair?
For my flair of love—
Is intense and red.
Holding my unbearable thoughts
Up in my head...
If you feel the same,
Then knock me out.
I will squeal like a penguin—
Declamation is out.

Jokes, yes, those lame ones—
I will say all over again
Just to make you smile.
I will take that blame.
Rain, O gloomy rain,
Thanks for pouring yourself out.
I will now meet you in my dreams—
Over and out!