He held her tight all night
He held her through the morn
They were seemingly inseparable
They were the talk of the town
Then came one fine morning
When in sauntered a cloud
Dark and dreadful it seemed to her
On her face it brought a frown
She watched how they separated
A rift all the way down
More clouds were gathering
They predicted a storm
She yearned for his touch
She knew she had no qualms
If ever there was happiness
It would only be in his arms
She watched with bated breath
Perhaps in the new morn
The shining rays of the Sun
Will drive away away thoughts forlorn
Indeed a silver lining shone
And all darkness dispelled
When first he came to her
And stayed forever as well
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