When the clouds begin to part
I then shall see your smile once more,
That glows just like the golden sun
Within the summer sky.
Your warmth shall fall upon me
And your radiant beams shall touch my face,
And shall dry each lonely tear
That I do weep for you.
Your kiss shall be the wind that blows
Through waving fields of golden corn,
Which form a natural pathway
Leading to my wanton lips.
And when the evening then does fall
And all the stars begin to shine,
Then they shall guide my way
Amidst the darkness of the night.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-clouds-begin-to-part/
