Crazy Folk

I stand with you, rain falling down
in the center of this country town
and all the while, our bodies soak
'Look at them, just crazy folk.'

I hold you close to keep you warm.
You smile at me; your face so calm
amidst the pouring, drenching rain,
and ask if we can meet again.

The tears of skies so overcast
are like the people going past;
they don't care just who we are.
I slowly lead you to your car.

Away for now you have to go
back to that jailcell of a home.
But you whisper soft to me
'My home is where your heart will be.'

'With you alone will my heart stay,
forever more, and every day.
I'll love you always, ever more,
you'll be the one that I live for.'

You smile at these few tender words
then wipe your eyes; 'the parting hurts.'
I kiss you gently on your brow.
'Goodbye my love, only for now.'

Your lips form a quiet phrase
'Your's until the end of days.'
My mouth echoes in reply,
'Far beyond the day I die.'

Our hearts are one as you drive off.
In winter cold I softly cough
back home now I too must go;
the rain has slowly turned to snow.

A soft white powder falling down
blanketing this country town
so my fiery heart I stoke;
both of us are crazy folk.