Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

I Didn't Know


I'm glad we're together,
I've been watching the weather,
Looks like a storm's heading our way;
I'm so happy you're here,
And in spite of my fear
There's something I feel I must say

It might be the wrong time,
But I've loved you a long time,
And I want you to know how I feel;
There's a good chance you know it,
Though I try not to show it,
Love this strong is hard to conceal

Now the storm is much stronger,
And I can't wait any longer,
I have to know how you feel;
Oh, your lips are so warm,
I've forgotten the storm,
Kiss me again so I know this is real

Well, the storm's blowing away now,
You don't have to stay now,
Unless you have nowhere to go;
I'm so glad you're staying,
I can't believe what you're saying -
You love me, too - I didn't know!

Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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