Chimneys 3

If love could flow from chimney pots
And fall from clouds like rain,
Then they would be a warm relief
When they flowing and falling came.

For love is not a word that means
Anything at all,
Instead it is a feeling which
Is perfect to us all.

So if the rain were lovers’ touch
We would welcome it open armed,
And if the smoke came pouring in
And filled our empty lungs,
We would choke on love
And die with love swelling round our hearts.
Drenched by the rain that pours and pours,
A river of love now fills our eyes,
But alone we still remain,
For love without a lovers touch
Is merely smoke and rain.