At the breaking of day
you came to me on a new tomorrow
and unfastened your hair and looked different in a way
while on your face were happiness and no kind of sorrow.
Your company blessed me,
while your tenderness brought some tranquillity.
You removed you red-red dress,
for long moments physically we did our love express
and some may call it a kind of iniquity
but you loved me gladly.
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