The whispy tendrils of approaching dawn
do steal with eager fingers cross the purple sky
then find an open casement and they steal inside
the small dark room where with my love I lie
Soft as a whisper they do touch my face
their warm caress awakens me from dreams
my fingers brush against your silken skin
my mind envisions angels much like you it seems
Dawn's gentle rays do softly touch your face
in sleep, it mirrors none of earthly cares
and round your mouth a gentle smile doth play
as if a cherub had walked gently there
In sleep you softly whisper just my name
Then wonder grows that you belong to me
that you lay sleeping right here by my side
my heart, my life, my very soul it seems
I turn, and oh so gently take you in my arms
and my heart sings a song that angels lend
I know the joy the wonder that is mine
as here with you I walk in paradise again
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