Sunny days in vane again

I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls,
Though you mature your words so toneless
Every breath you ingest, making me boneless, but amused
The weary water... Rains and all the sunny days in vane again.

Nameless, undone.
It's chemistry, the smell of your rain soaked hair
Without benevolence, the look in your gray eyes, alive.
Though it's not enough to save that day,
"They don't know we're in love."