Flowers fade after they are picked. Day turns to night. Fires grow cold. Sorrow turns to ashes when you are away. When you return all is bright as we linger together throughout the night. Joy comes at dawn for in the light I see you sleeping beside me in the warm morning’s sunlight.



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