Your Face
What is this face that I do see
A face that thrills the soul of me
Whose arms be thine
That so entwine
Beneath a pale moon's
Silver shine
Leaving only
With its might
The warm, the golden early light
And though bright sun
Does soon reveal
Beguiles, begins
But passion steals
Yet it is sun now shining bright
That turns each day back into night
Written 27.05.2025©
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