Your Love
Every early morning,Â
When the sun is wont to send her saintly smiles,
Which, like the sweetness of your face,
Brightens the earth's surface;
I rise and outshine her with my smiles,
Cause it's another day to behold your sweet face.
And every night,
When the sun recedes into the distant horizon,
Whose sojourn turns the world pale and dim,
I dance in glee like the fishes deep in the amazon,
For knowing your love fills my body with vim.
And your love has given my life a second chance,
With countless reasons to feel merry and dance.
Because everyday that I behold your sweet face,
Your beauty does my stress and worries deface.
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