Drip Drip Drip,
A sudden bump of the hip.
Two pairs of eyes collide,
Maybe soon she’ll be his bride.
A fateful day
In the beginning of May.
He offers her his umbrella
She thought he was a nice fella
Puddles lay ahead,
It is sure to be said,
The two of them will share a bed.
A fateful day
In the beginning of May.
And now they can hear wedding bells,
Someone sure put them under some spells.
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Today was like any other, all she wanted to do was solidify her relationship with him. It was as if something incompasitated him, as if he was incapable of showing love the way that most do. No matter how many couples they watched on the movies who demonstrated what a relationship was truly supposed to look like, he didn’t seem to get it. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to wait for h...
