Morning rises. Morning goes. From sunsets decor, and treasures of the show. A painted smile, for those yet to see, the myriad treasures, moving through thee. The time has come, for greatness is restored. Just stay with love, and love, forevermore. Morning has come. The sun sets so high. Feel the wellness of passion, embraced in the sky. Morning has come, the Moonlight is near. Feel her tender whispers, and feel them so, Dear.
The time has come, through the morning’s sunset. So, free my mind, and sense the wetness of life’s distant potion. It is true the love, for a delicate hue. Love is beginning, and it blooms in you. For morning has come, and soon it will go. Let it linger a little longer, and time will, show.
Let love’s tranquility linger, a promise, reborn. Remove bitter upsets, remove the thorns. I remember love’s linger, right before the storm. For time, cleanse away the anger, as we shall mourn.
Morning time is over, as this is true. For awaken in this humility, and know, that I love you!