We could have stood by that shelter
The wind is strong and freezing cold
But its the Indian monsoon,
Could we resist holding each other
Under the open showering sky,
Under a flimsy piece of cloth
Goose bumps sprout on your arms
As the chilly spray seeps down our shirts
"Is this what they call love"
I could hear our hearbeats rhyme aloud
Your breath casts warm spots on my body,
And mine on yours
You look up into my eyes
With your little head resting on my chest
You mumble something i cant hear
Could it be "I love you" I wonder
I dont know much about romance
But now i know i want you
To be the one that teaches me
It makes me feel like a man
Knowing you'd be with me in strange places
Holding me tight in the middle of the road
Under the open showering sky,
Under a flimsy piece of cloth
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