Amid Lovers

In between the sun and rain
The sky is a cloudy gray
And in between each joy and pain
Each tear is cried away…
In between each smile you smile
My weather grows icy cold
For between us lies each hated mile
And I long for your hand to hold.

In between the spring and fall
The winter is filled with splendor
And in between each time you call
My thoughts of you grow tender
In between each night and day
My love for you does shine
For us, there is no more to say
I'm yours…and you are mine!

Sharon Frye