at sunrise, when the day was fresh and new,
you gave to me wild flowers, damp with dew
and in the sparkling freshness of the dawn
we gazed upon the golden fields of corn
contrasting with the cloudless azure sky:
we were so happy then, just you and I....
but time flies fast when morning is so young;
the song inside my heart is left unsung
for you have never known the torment sweet
of loving with a love so incomplete
and now, as day is drawing to its close,
you give to me a single scented rose
symbolic of a love that can't exist:
then you vanish in the heavy evening mist.
Yvonne J Day 1976
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