• Tis true I have an umbrella, but who will be willing to share it with me, when rain's icy cold wet hard water falls upon the Earth and there will be no other shelter? Who am I to be the shelter of? Who will I warm from its frozen clutches? Most importantly, who would want to, just want to, be under it with this girl on this page, nothing but the dark see through canopy, the steel handle shimmering the reflection of me, a girl with desire and longing in her eyes for one who's love is true to her and will last everlasting, until death or beyond, for she will love and desire you and your protection. For I will wallow you in, the water shall not touch you, the ravishing winds will not dare whip your face, and no cold shall ever freeze you, that freeze with paralyzing senses when a monster is upon you, for I will be the warmth, warmer than the biggest fire, for my desire and love for you will guarantee to be a thousand times warmer,the whipping wind will die, for you will only here my breath, slow and barely moving, the water seemingly dissolved in the fabric of me and the wonderful, intricate umbrella, just made for you and me.