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hold me in the rain,
shelter me from the cold,
wash away my fear with a loveing word,
Thanx for letting me be herd.

I'll be your rain, wrap you in a moist vail. Hold you with light soft touches and gental kisses, lighting i have no fear of. for i can with stand the fast blows of a harpie yet i long to catch you for you are a elusive wolf yet i am a slow hunter and i do not give up easy. so here i come

Do not take place of my dear friend rain,
Nor of her dear brother thunder,
Kind father Lightning does not mean to scatter,
He means to protect those down under,
To light a path and guide them,
Through there troubles and their fears,
So he tries to come closer to us,
Not push us far from here.
Lovely Mother cloud who brings all togethor,
Is always the one,
That I run after.
For twas she who helped,
Bring all of my friends,
Close to the Earth,
And back to the sky again.

But do not loose hope,
For though my friends are precious to me,
More of them than just they,
I have locked inside of me.
For the great Lord Sky,
Who created Mother Cloud,
Father Lightning,
Brother Thunder,
And Sister Rain.
Brings the world togethor,
And commends me to say,
That all my friends,
From the ground,
To the sky,
Are dearest to me,
And always shall
They be by my side.

Too take these rolls I can not but yet offer one that they can niether offer or give. This role is of ture, warm, and gentel love. The puzzel of you I think I have solved, for the missing peice was nothing that you own. The peice that was lost, but now I have found was the acceptance and love of one man. I may have made a misstake and am will to pay in full the price. My mistake was not waiting long enough so I tried another yet things never flew and I was lead by soft gentel rain back to you. Forgive my ignorance and flaws for there is one thing that I have learned it is that love comes in many names but ture love only has one. So I ask one thing show me the family of rain and let me join this family not as a frind but a lover. A lover of the family of rain but more importantly... a lover of you, let me try to be that pice that complets you.

What you would ask of me,
Is difficult for most to understand.
Many pains have I felt,
Many dissapointments have I been subjected to,
And seen.
For most woman,
That missing puzzle piece is a burden,
Something they need to be filled.
They feel they cannot live without it,
And therefore, they search for it endless,
Yet only end up,
With an unfinished puzzle.
At the first moment they think they're in love,
They leap into "the one,"
Eager to both give and take.
Though sometimes that feeling is true,
More than once,
It is shown false.

Many have I seen hurt,
Many I have seen drown,
Searching for the missing piece,
Of their own secret puzzle.
Though I am different.
I am happy with my puzzle,
Enjoyed to see it's surface,
Even though one little piece is missing.
Around both my heart and soul,
An iron Alcatraz has formed.
It has but one little door,
That I let a limited caring out,
And that caring is for my friends.
Doubt strengthens those walls,
Fear of pain hardens it's surface.
Mistrust, Pain, and Betrayl,
Keep my iron Alcatraz strong within me.
With my puzzle locked in the inner most cell.

You ruined nothing,
You are not at falt,
For it is my own suffering,
That hardens my soul,
And adds diamonds to my heart.
The strange feeling I feel,
Is nothing but my Alcatraz soul,
Strengthening it's walls,
And hardening it's surface.
The quiz on my doom,
That I took long ago,
Was very much true.
No one has seen my true face,
Only the one I have chosen for them to see.

That missing piece of my puzzle,
May be locked in a cell,
But my true face,
My true soul,
I have locked inside a little tin box,
With a single red gem on it's lock.
Inside it is where I hide,
To let my other face wander.
Once in a while,
I let myself free,
But only when no one is near.
Those times I space out,
When I don't seem to listen,
I'm peering into my little tin box,
To make sure that i'm still there.