By Sunlight - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Now I’m sure I have another angel of my soul
Swallowed up by sunlight
And keeping hours:
This is how it feels making love
Beside the rose bushes,
And the sunlight storms
And it feels for awhile that there isn’t
Any other love,
But the daydreams are here and you
Are smiling across the fields
And this isn’t even our house.
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