Of Love and Arms
Sunshine warm on bright green grass,
And a red blanket holding the happiness,
Of two wrapped up
In love and arms
The wind does not blow
The clouds stand still
Nothing dares to move
For fear that this moment
Of love and arms
Is too fragile to withstand
Any disruption, any change
But the two shake their heads at the quiet scene
At the calmness in this secret place
They insist they can stand at least some movement
At least some change
What’s the fun in standing still anyway?
So they unwrap the arms
And let the world move again
But the calm, the calm
Where did it go?
Why is it all gone?
Why couldn’t they have just stood still?
The arms are reaching, longing for each other
But the love
The love
Was lost in the storm.
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