Unsung Serenade

February Storm

Half way through winter
and spring at our backdoor,
the rain again is falling and
nourishing the earths floor.

Soon there will be flowers
to document each day,
like the love in my heart,
that forms a bouquet.

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Some people like the sounds and sights of a storm. The thunder that awakens the spirit and the lightening which  reveals what's in store. Overwhelmed am I by the clouds of gray as I look for your arms and the comfort to make its way. My body starts to quiver as a chill takes to my bones and the wind changing direction brings with it the unknown. Gazing off into the darkness of the day, my thoughts are rather simple, " a morning and kiss while in your embrace."

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When you can't see tomorrow
and the road before you fades,
remember who loves you in
in the unsung serenade.

I am here to hold your hand
and whisper the words of love,
from my heart the treasure
to be called on demand.

There to watch the sunrise and
catch the stars shining bright,
while I'm feeling your heartbeat
next to me morning and night.

When you can't see tomorrow
and the road before you fades,
remember who loves you in
the unsung serenade.