The Lovers
The morning sun crests the auburn sky,
The green grass glistens with dew;
The lover sits and ponders why,
should give the heart for True;
And when the sun looms high,
The morning dew be gone;
The lover bids the heart to sigh,
should two become as one;
The sun to set in yonder west,
as dusk the moon shall rise;
The lover seeks to find the best,
untainted heart, to tell no lies;
The stars have scattered in the sky,
The moon has settled in;
The Lover waits and begins to cry,
for fear they will not win;
And soon the night be done,
and the morning crests again;
The Lover sees that special one,
And happiness sets in;
The sun will set and rise,
and the tides will ebb and flow;
And the Lovers be together wise,
Until there breath doeth go.
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