Cycle
At the rise of the dawn
There’s an awakening of goosebump
A caress on the skin-
That arouses a rush of wind
A window of joy — I testify
The joy through the window — I rely
For cuddles everyday-
That reels through for the day
Her rays of affection-
Pierces deep for a connection-
For a warm welcome-
To every cold that comes.
The shut of my eyes-
No longer sees dark skies
As the light would beam-
Like a swell of stream
I’m set for the heat-
For a long track treat
Down every race-
Comes the shades
I will at dusk dip steeply
For a reminiscent quickly
Biding time for a recycle
Of her endearments cycle
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