Encounter

If i\'m falling down and I bow my head I\'m thinking of him and I will be quiet I won\'t blame the lies I will blame the rain for feeling so blue. He will not show The red wine will not pour in the glass His jokes will be heard by another and his poems will not arrive at my door. Sweet words and laughter and shared secret smiles, nights of passion, love making, sweet moments of secret pleasures They\'ll all be his, not mine, to keep.