Complaint

Listening all night to the rain.
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.

Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.

Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.

Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.

Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.

Stars above, like a quaint quatrain.
Fading hopes he can’t explain.
A silent whisper, love’s refrain.

In the darkness, past and pain.
Hopes and dreams, dangled, plain.
Yet still, his presence does sustain.

Morning comes, a new terrain.
Sunrise breaks, no love’s disdain.
But memoirs linger, unchained.

Still, in dreams, they entertain.
Bound together, love’s own train.
Lost in thoughts, a sacred grain.

Eternal dance, love’s sweet gain.
Through rain and sun, joy and stain.
His essence in his heart will remain.