Every New Day

Oh, my Love,
you are like
the morning,
when the sun
first brightens
the day with
its presence,
and how
each and every
new day
is different
than the rest.

And oh, how
I wish I could
have told you,
how it felt
that first day,
when I was
woken by
your existence,
and how the
feelings dawned
within my heart
and than
reasoned with
my head.

And never
have I since
seen the sun
within my eyes
rise with such
that surely,
you must have
you must
have seen it.

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