The Storm

I see you in the cold night air
Awaiting his return
I watch you as you just sit there
My chest begins to burn

For, I cannot call you back
You have gone out in the storm
I cannot call you back
Into the house, so warm

You will have nought of it
I know this as well as you
You will continue forever to sit
Until he comes to you

But, he will not come
For, the storm
Has claimed his life and home
He will not find his way; his path is torn

I want to call you near
You sit there all alone
Please, I beg you leave him, dear
And come at last, home

For, I cannot stand the thought
Of losing you as well
For, I too had grown to love
The boy, who in darkness fell

He was lost to the light
And I thought my heart would break
But, I acted as if all was right
For your precious sake
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