A Country Kind of Love
Two people on a blanket
in the middle of a field on top of a hill.
Each one wondering how they are going to make it
and how are they going to pay the next bill.
Watching the night sky
and the little lights that zoom by.
The wind in the trees sounds like a happy sigh
and the silence is broken by an owl’s cry.
The magic of the moonlight
and the stars dancing above.
Wrapped in the silence of the night,
it’s a country kind of love.
Sharing stories of how to cope
with dreams that were broken.
Whispered words of hope
for the future are spoken.
They talk about friends they share
and the places they both know.
It begins to show how much they care
as the friendship continues to grow.
Not a single touch is needed
as they watch the sky above.
Simple glances become heated,
it’s a country kind of love.
Where the friendship will lead
neither one really knows.
Just being there in a time of need,
to help shoulder life’s nasty blows.
With arms open wide for a hug,
a friend you can rely on.
Offering a relaxing back rub
or a shoulder to cry on.
Laying on the blanket in a field of clover
as they continue to watch the lights above.
Neither wants the magical night to be over
it’s a country kind of love.