The hatches need fastening, there's a srorm brewing,
It's in the tone of my loves voice, he's hiding what he's doing,
The clouds pile in above his head, and darkness is descending,
I can't get through in time to tell him, my love is never ending.

He braves the storm with passion, and i see him suffer still,
He tries to hide these doubts he has, i guess he always will,
Whatever way he comes to me, is perfect either way,
I lay in bed on stormy nights, and dream of such a day.

Two is always better, when the storm is coming close,
His words relax my aching heart,that i'm the one he chose,
I wish he'd let me stop the rain, and stroke and keep him warm,
My sweet caresses bringing on, a lull in the storm.


             (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 10/01/10