On a stormy night, rain vented its anger
There was chaos everywhere
Not that I cared as I lay in your embrace
I felt safe in your arms.
The waking hours swept away the night,
Cares of the day came and occupied my mind.
But still I could remember my dreams and sigh,
Lonely longing for what is tender and kind.
Now I lay down at night, once again wanting to fall asleep,
So I can dream again with you, my dear.
But the dreams don’t come and I quietly weep
Because not even in them I can keep you near.
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