Dawn Window Breaks Poem by Liz Bitelove

As dawn yonder window breaks. My soul cries out to thee.
When will thou-est come to me.
In thy morning I will seek thee and in dusk I will retreat.
Morning comes like a thief in the night. It breaks thee to come back to me.
I hope thy words will save me from thine hands.
WIll I see thee.. Will thouest come for me..
My love for thee is like a fog in a garden at night and gone like a mist
by dawn early morning break.