Get up early in the morning
Sit and watch the sun rise
How lazy the sun is as it slowly rises
How slothful it might seem to rise above the horizon
This is like watching love blossom in the heart
Slowly yet without effort it rises
The heart gives way to love
Even the coldest caves are warmed in the light of the sun
So is the heart when confronted with love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful concept delivered in poetic prose