At Season's End

The rain falls like teardrops on a welcoming shoulder.
I know we all feel young, but we're getting older.
I don't want you to tell me how you feel, I want this to be real.
Like the first day I laid eyes on you, there is nothing I can do.
So believe me when I say, I want this to go away.
Like the storms that come to pass around the fog that covers the glass.
We'll write secret messages for the other ones to see.
It will be just you and me, on this beautiful winter evening.
I swear that I am leaving here, but I can't leave you, my dear.
We'll be watching the rain, while the summer trees are dying.
If you think I'm lying, just look into my eyes.
I'd never tell you lies, so please forgive me if I seem upset.
I don't want this to end, yet.