She carries morning's first light
Beauty that opens my eyes
Lifting the day from the night
Chasing the dark from my skies.
She is the nightingale's song
My love's growing melody
Sound that can only prolong
The notes of our symphony.
She dances with butterflies
Floating as if she is air
Carries me to the night skies
Makes me feel I belong there.
She is my dusk and my dawn
The place and time I belong.
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