Heaven is dawn;
Feeling the light of your eyes.
When morning is aglow
And night has taken our breath.
My arrow aims
To pierce your young frailty,
And take want of passion
Upon desires hasten call.
Come chain forever;
Be it only brittle moments.
Before the dusking sun
Cease’s to carry your smile.
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