My Ideal Person
Rain, in the middle of December

Rain whispered to me.
So I turned around and opened my umbrella for you.
You rushed and came into it like bumping to me.
Your hair soaked a bit and reflected Christmas illuminations.
My right hand is shaking to hold an umbrella with joy and shy.
But you took it mistake and put your hand on my hand which is gripping its handle.
And said, making puckered-up mouth.

Don't you feel cold any more if I do it like this?

Naturally, my left hand goes to your back and pull you close to me.
Sweet hug and sweet kiss.
Warmness between us lights up our candles in our minds.
Your left leg's high-heel stands on tiptoe a bit.
And it stoped.
Fur of cuff, of your right hand goes around my neck and caress me gently.
And your lips left from my lips whispered at my ear like wind.

I love you so much.

Eventually, the rain is going to change to snow at the midnight.
Silent night, holy night.