In the early hours just before dawning
She softly awakes and welcomes the day.
Her wish to greet him and roam in the sun
Becomes more urgent in every way.
The joy of her life will be wth her soon.
Down in the park as the clock strikes noon.
Orchestras playing a sweet overture
Love will capture their hearts for sure.
A magical flight ~ oh dream of delight.
Pink clouds adorning as never before.
'Beautiful Waltz of The Morning'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem