Lamp Stand

I am waiting on you,
Under an old fashioned lamp stand,
On a street that is in slumber,
Over a cold shower,
Of an enthusiastic rain,
That wrenched this busy market day!

How far is my woman,
From my passion's visibility?
Just as I reach for a sign,
That tells me of your shade,
You gorgeos emerge out of,
A green canopied path,
Where together in the past,
Travelled a lot with rain.

Under an umbrella of safety,
You move with caution,
As this street is infamous,
With thieves and thugs
Who pride on robing the innocent!

And now, as you hear those footsteps,
From far that match your heartbeats,
Indeed, no sun or moon you need,
For the path is clear with the shine of your love!

Let's for a while, sit under,
The lamp stand clasping our hands.
And speak of this day's wits and worries,
Then with a laud laughter in rain,
Under the cover of this umbrella,
Let me kiss you with a secret,
That we share each day,
Till we are to our bed
Under the secret code of a blanket!