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Beautiful Storm

Beautiful storm

Oh woman, oh beautiful storm
Blue sad eyes and waters warm.
Tell me the stories of forlorn
Beautiful woman, this beautiful storm.

Softly into my shoulders lean
Teardrops can make love smolder.
Unhappiness of your lost dream
Changes from warm to colder.

Dimpled smile and gentle locks
Tell me softly in our talks
Of many lovers and his flocks
Gentle smile and golden frocks.

Whisper the lie of your love lost
The feel of a rhythmic breathing.
When you were up on a lover’s cross

And days of his deceiving.

Draw back into my waters warm
River flows where passions form
Carrying us to a sense of norm
Shelter you from the storm.

Kindness calls when hurt happens
Where does happiness go?
Blanket for us two to wrap in
The stories that we both know.

My woman, oh my beautiful storm
Blue sad eyes and waters warm.
Tell me the stories of forlorn
Beautiful woman, my beautiful storm.

(c) 2019-2022 Ron McFarland, All Rights Reserved

Published inPoetry