The Deepest Maroon

The rain pelts down, collecting in puddles on the ground.
I'm running along a path, after him, after him
He's just ahead now, just beyond the next round.
The mud splashes up my legs, making barely a sound

I see him now, and he turns to look at me, as I come
The rain's plastering his black hair to his face
He smiles for a moment, then continues to run
Quickening the pace, I keep up, some

We'll tire soon, but not quite yet, we'll still race
I'm closing in on him, and he turns, surprised
He's caught unawares in my warm embrace
He takes my hands, in a giddy waltz, face to face

We spin, jig, prance and skip, beneath the setting sun
Finally we tumble to the dew swept grass.
As our breathing slows, we watch the moon rise, a day done
And the rain slows to a pitter patter pun

Puddles crowd around us, mirroring the moon
The magic of love surrounds us,
And I notice for once, his lips they're deep maroon
And as I lean forward I understand everything

Magic isn't imaginary, it takes many forms
Its everywhere around us, and within us
And as we kiss, I find nothing more to mourn
My life is now full, complete with you by my side

And as the moon reaches its post, high in the sky
From where it watches over, from where it guards
We watch it smile, and mimic it say good-bye
To the most glorious day, the most glorious time.