Face shone upon the breath of morning
Bringing the brightness of true affection
While another man stands angered scorning
So sweet your soul seeks in me perfection
And as the passing time closes around me
I see that the mountains cannot be crossed
The gentleness and warmness neighborly
So that caring and naivety are never lost
For Brad
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