Clouds My Mind

Doubt sneaks in
When I'm longing
for his voice
his touch, his arms
wrapping me in his warmth

It makes me cloudy
with a chance of tears
and strikes of
grumpiness are likely

His smile is the sunshine
that clears up my fears
His laughter and mine
the umbrella
to ward off the tears

So hurry, hurry, darling
back to my arms
A storm is a-brewin'
and I need my rock
to hold on