The morning gently rolls over
With the wooing dove in her heart.
Her eyes, sleepy and soft, peek through
The velvet veil of her dreams.
Slowly she rises from her bed
Languid rays upon her chamber:
The radiant twinkle of last
Night’s lovers, so bold, reflect in
Warm amorous moisture, glist’ning
Wetly on verdant sheets of grass.
Oh! My morning, my lovely dawn,
Cherish my mornings with you close,
Golden warmth caressing my skin,
Endless life beaming in my heart.
Just to behold you in the eye;
Blinded be, from you to me.
By Michael Galvin
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