Eleventh

Find words for me to say,
I'm moving past my days of grey;
Find words for me to say,
Lighter my heart feels on this way.

You are in the sound of falling drops of rain,
The ones that never miss my window pane;
You are in the pattern that the stars never forget,
Against the sky always the same they set.

Its not about the butterflies that in my stomach fly,
They are there to deceive with a sugarcoated lie.
But when i finally see u,
Making your way through the crowd,
I understand now,
Love lies in this, this spontaneous sigh.