Love is Lonely

I sneak outside

And tiptoe down the stairs

Past my sleeping parents

To keep them unaware

I grab my parka, yellow and blue

While racing to get to that somewhere

For I can hear the rains coming

And I must beat them there

I see his tall figure

A silhouette in the night

His handsome strong grace

In the shadowed moonlight

I run to meet him

For I [......]