Kisses in French

My lover, he is gone

Swept away by the storm

He has been gone for awhile now

But I wait for him to find his way home

Home where he's covered under the shelter of Love

Not just mine, but those who hold him dearly in their heart

But the storm rages on like there is no end in sight

The storm rages still, forevermore

The clouds part ways only for an instant

And I hear my lovers voice calling out from the distance

I run to be by his side

To lead him back home where he is sheltered by Love

But I am too late

The storm clouds grow heavier

The winds and the thunder, they rage on

My lover is lost, blinded by the rain drops that fall at his feet

The air is dense

Tinged with a bitter thickness

I search and still I do not find him

I cannot get to him where he resides in the eye of the storm

The storm envelops me

And it is hard to breathe, to think

The winds choke out my cries for help

The thunder, they silence me

I cannot stay out here, lest I too am consumed

I run home to where I am covered under the shelter of Love

I wait patiently for my lover to find his way home

Home is where he is covered under the shelter of Love

Love is patient and it is kind

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud

Love will always protect and trust and hope and persevere

Love does not fail

My lover, he is gone

Swept away by the storm

He has been gone for awhile now

But I wait for him to find his way home

Though the storm rages on

Harder than before

My lover calls out to me always

And therefore I will hope

Hope in Love's ability to bind us together again

Stronger than we have ever been before

Hope in my lover's ability to fight his way out of the eye

To find his way home to where he will be covered, once and for all, under the shelter of Love