who are you?

i could smell the rain, dripping through the fresh cut grass, i could spell your name, on the wet and steamed up glass, but you were just a name, a face i had conceived, as being beautiful, very beautiful, and so hard to believe, i could catch the drops, as they fell from on the roof, i could hardly stop, feeling so long in the tooth, before i had to guess at what you might be, and being beautiful, very beautiful, is the face i still see, who are you?, imagination painted you, who are you?, with its finest brush, who are you?, each stroke with tender love, who are you, who are you, who are you?, i could see her face, magically there she was, my mouth drew a taste, so sweet it lingered on, and there she was by me, walking through the square, and being beautiful, very beautiful, at last i found her there