Purple rain always reminds me of you,
your royalty washing over me,
blessing, and filling me with life.
It reminds me too of our trip to Maine,
the café, the lighthouse museum,
holding each other on the rocks,
with waves crashing, and seagulls,
complaining about the intrusion.
It rained that night, do you remember?
snuggling in our bungalow,
with steaming mugs of soup, watching,
to eternity washing over both of us.
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