Through morning's soft glow,
the holiest time to behold her,
her beauty softens, transforms,
becoming more than seen—
a whispered promise:
'I will stay with you
through the fullness of the day.'
A touch of divine light
graces my eyes to catch the gleam—
the eternal perfection.
Indeed, the sacred halo's rim
shines brightest
when I close my eyes,
turning inward, fixed
on the radiance whole, unbroken,
the divine's glow eternal.
MyKoul
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