It Happened On a Misty Morning
It Happened On A Misty Morning
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone.
That happened on a misty morning,
fulfilling my earnest yearning.
Then eternal time had made a stop.
and divine bliss sparkled on dew drop.
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