I saw your grace
In morning’s face: Pinkish peach colored sunrise Illustrating waking clouds In marvelous mosaics; Painting night’s pillows With callings from Titan’s throne. Watching it all unfold, I Could only think of your Love How every morning Will wake you with affection’s touch Reminding you That our union Will Rival the Love Shared between night and day #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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