A DAY
Morn time you come to me
Whispers early dawn
Sweetness of dew cascades
Along bladed sea of lawn
As noon is the hour you come to me
A hunger whets my lips
Overriding other thoughts
Fever pitch it grips
Evening now you come to me
Tired my brow does ache
I look up and smile at you
For that is all it will take
In my bed at night you come to me
My dreams are crystal clear
Each and every thought of you
To my heart I hold them dear
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