Under a colorful umbrella
I walked with her,
Smiling, hiding my nervousness.
Her smile enchanting me more,
Her laugh sounding musical,
We walked in the rain,
Under a colorful umbrella.
The rain was falling softly,
The sky was gray
The wind was blowing gently,
Swaying the leaves to and fro.
An ideal romantic scene.
Yet, we weren't holding hands.
Nor we were kissing under the umbrella.
Why didn't we make our moment a memorable one?
Sadly, her heart has no space for me.
She said she's confused about me.
Why didn't I kiss and hold her hand?
Am I a coward or a decent one?
Would she have blushed or slapped me,
If I did kiss he?
That only she knows.
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