As rain pours, pours through the night. As life is love and love is life. Life and love are the reasons we cry. Life and love had to end that night.
Every moment of everyday he never ceased to think of her. Ever moment of every day she knew her love was forever.
He expressed his love for her through his music and poetry. He expressed his love with utmost sincerity. He expressed his love with a power beyond what is normal, with love as his inspiration. With his work, he explained the difference between true love and infatuation. "Infatuation," he says, "is short-lived and selfish. True love is forever and self-less." "True love," he adds, "doesn't have a happy ending. That is because true love never has an ending."
She loved him with all her heart. She knew it was love right from the start. When she was in trouble, he was there for her night and day. Whatever the cost, as far as death, he would pay. Her love for him was her motivation. Whatever the case, through any situation. She was there for him, without hesitation.
Hard to believe they started out as just friends. Hard to believe their friendship and love would end.
As rain pours, pours through the night. As life is love and love is life. Life and love are the reasons we cry. Life and love had to end that night.
He approached her on a rainy day with a look of concern. She asked, "What's wrong?" How he was feeling, she could not discern. As the rain fell from the sky to her soft skin, what he knew was torment for him. He answered, "I know what you did," and seemed to have lost the will to live. She suddenly felt guilty, knowing what he meant. She replied, "him and me are just friends," in her defense. He looked into her eyes in disbelief and shock. He didn't know how he felt. His heart was locked up.
Just then a robber took them by surprise. He took the girl hostage and said, "You have a choice. Your girl or your life." He then answered him, "She is my life!" As they struggled for the gun, two shots were fired. It was then the situation seemed dire. The robber died when the first shot was fired.
As he was lying on the floor, he felt a sharp pain piercing like a dart. He then realized that the second shot was a bullet through his heart. She ran to him and asked, “Did you mean what you said? Am I really your life?” He gathered his strength “Yes,” and then he died. The rain poured and poured all throughout the night. It was then she realized his love for her really was his life. When their love ended, he paid the ultimate price. She cried and cried, feeling pain with no end in sight.
As the rain poured, poured through the night. As life is love and love is life. Life and love are the reasons we cry. Life and love had to end on that night.
