It\'s funny how you just find things.
I lost what I thought my great love was.
Only to find out what great love means.
Every penny we picked
led us to each other.
Who could\'ve thought
that my love hiatus,
Would end in something
that every romantic sought.
I stood there in the pouring rain.
As the wide-eyed frog gawked in vain
As you mustered up your courage
To set ablaze a twin flame
No rain could ever tame.
We stood there in the train station
beneath the yellow umbrella,
As the drizzle sounds filled the silence
And the petrichor swept us away.
We had both found something,
No one has ever had.
It\'s funny how you just find things.