rene janerico

Until The Last Sunset

Love is a celebration.
A budding flower in Spring.
Love is a standing ovation.
Love is the song we sing.
Come closer, my love, in the cool of the night,
And lie in my arms 'till the warm morning light.
My heart, to you, shall be an ever open door.
For this love shall endure 'till the sun rise no more.
'Till the sun rise no more, and the stars fade away,

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