My Lovely Storm Poem by Daniel McCann

My lovely let me hold onto you
let me save you from this outrageous storm
that fights to be free locked inside your heart,
so beats but hurts because it comes down hard
for the lightness of your soul becomes dark
but borrow your soul to me with one kiss
to take your loss of trust to a new start.
Running the misty streets to the same place
but being able to take a new route,
running tears down your cheaks I will not chase
because they will come down for your doctor
curing your heart with your own medicine
you will set the storm free into the light
flying accross the blue sky, a rainbow
it shines bright like the eyes I look inside,
green like the grass, the scent of summers day
the innocence you defend can now play
as sat on a bed of a cheap hotel
out in the street corners the others stand
you listen to the storm and see my hand.