THE MORNING MIZZLE
On my serene stroll in the green lawn
Just before the sparkling crack of dawn
Cuddled by the gentle singing breeze
And magpie chirping along with ease
I gazed with awe at the horizon high
As she gaily descended from the sky
Like a sunrise above the clouds past
A dazzling face midst her tresses cast
Her lustrous smile drifts into a trance
Like a chimera in no dream a chance
Embracing with warmth to her bosom
Like a nurtured bud I bloom to blossom
Before we betroth to leave other never
The callous laws of nature prise forever
With dew abseiling as her eyelids part
She drizzles to grief with a heavy heart
Leaving to her godly celestial abode
Lingers her fragrance as I wait to bode
With clear skies and an enchanting bow
I move along the laurels steady and slow
And dwell in a trail of her memoirs sweet
With a ray of hope at a first light we meet
I can't think of a better scenario that equally portrays gloom and glee and a better relation than love that hurts when it cares......
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