The Storm

It’s stormy outside, and windy, and gloom,
And I’m craving to stealthily be kissed
While candles are scenting the air in the room
Of white roses and blue ocean mist.

There isn’t one single sunbeam in sight,
Nor the clouds are unveiling the Moon
As I am envision the ever most bright
Dream that has been dreamt in June.

And even though stars are still hidden above
And the night wears a vail of deep darkness,
My dream is glowing with glimpses of love
Who will endlessly spark all that’s sparkless.

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